Love... Embalming... Happiness...
Love... Embalming... Happiness...
Love... Anxiety... Pain... Eternal [Fear]... Heartbreaking Doubt.
[...] in doubt! Love remains, love idealizes... transfigures...
You have dried up, O source of happiness, and our hand is in the hand of sorrow...
To find Love is to find an angel in the beloved woman...
and, again, happiness, this miraculous flower...
[And] when [the] rose and his fiancée begin to breathe the same, it's like smelling heaven.
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