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SONG OF LOVE > And how I will detain my soul, because your not just reach? As I will rise to other spheres, where you most is not? Oh, I would hide it in something, that go missing in the dark alone, in an unknown and silent corner, that does not vibrate more when the rivibrano your depth! But everything soon as disfiora, takes us together like the bow, which has only two strings draws a voice. On what instrument, alas, we are tense? And who holds it and it sounds? Oh melody!
(Rainer Maria Rilke)
