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When the rose is gone and the garden faded you will no longer hear the nightingale's song. The beloved is all; the lover just a veil. The beloved is living; the lover a dead thing. If love withholds its strengthening care, the lover is left like a bird without care, the lover is left like a bird without wings. How will I be awake and aware if the light of the beloved is absent? Love wills that this word be brought forth.
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