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For our part, when we feel, we evaporate; ah, we breatheourselves out and away; with each new heartfirewe give off a fainter scent. True, someone may tell us: you're in my blood, this room, Spring itselfis filled with you . . . To what end? He can't hold us, we vanish within him and around him.

Rainer Maria Rilke