| Awaken not, Hermaphrodite.
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| Do not wake yet, I beg you.
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| Why will you not believe me?
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| Sleep… Sleep forever. |
| Sleep forever.
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| May your breast heave while pursuing the
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| chimerical hope of happiness — That I allow you;
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| But do not open your eyes. |
| Do not open your eyes!
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| I want to leave you thus, not to witness your awakening.
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| Perhaps one day, with the aid of a voluminous tome
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| and in moving pages I shall recount your tale,
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| shocked by its content and the lessons it brings forth.
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| So far, I’ve been unable to, for each time I try,
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| copious tears fall upon the paper and my fingers tremble,
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| and my body trembles, and my spirit weeps — and not through old age.
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| The secrets he bears within his
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| evenhandedly joys and melancholic heart
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| is treasured by the cosmic spirit like the Center of Adonai itself.
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| Too perfect to exist among men, so fragile and full of love.
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| I am indignant at being unable to hold
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| my nerve and swooning like a little girl
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| whenever I consider your deep misery.
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| I shall not fail to pray heaven daily for you
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| (Were it for myself, I would not pray at all)
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| I shall not fail to prey heaven daily for you
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| (and may peace be in your spirit)
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| I shall not fail to pray Heaven daily for you
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| (Farewell) |