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My Dearest,

How can I live without you? I cannot work, I simply idle away, dreaming of your face. The fact that your father has locked you away behind cold walls sickens me. You are a budding young woman. You should have the privilege to feel my sweet kisses, like a gentle wind caressing your soft petals.

Yet, finally, it is Friday, when he goes off to market. Oh happy day, and still, happier night! Come, when the sky reigns with sparkling stars, come find me and jump into my arms. At dusk I will be waiting at our usual spot.

Yours forever,


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