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By nicky_heart
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11/12/2023 17:21:30
How shall I hold on to my soul, my darling Rosine, so that it touches yours? How shall I lift it gently up over you on to other things? I would so very much like to tuck it away among long lost objects in the night, in some quiet, unknown place, somewhere which remains motionless when your depths resound. And yet everything which touches us, you and me, takes us together like a single bow, drawing out from two strings but one voice. On which instrument are we strung? And which violinist holds us in his hand? Oh sweetest of songs.
Robert
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