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Dear

Dear, tell me everything; you can tell me everything, and how proud, how content it makes me! 

You gave me strength! In short, we are fine. (How strange, how cutting and painful was our intercourse at the beginning!)

How abandoned, how laughed I feel without you. With you, beside you,

I had courage for everything; you teach me to do what I think is good; You taught me what I could have had in the world:

you are the only one in the world who ever loved me, who treated me like I did others. 

Yes, I like to confess it to you with all the urge of gratitude; 

I learned to be loved by you, and you created something new in me ...

I love you very tenderly again, you have seen it a hundred times; I could spend my life with you; 

it is my sincere, serious, now only wish; I consecrated it to you in joy and the greatest satisfaction,

I recognize your whole value, and not a single dot of your being and kindness escapes me. 

I am true to you from lust, love and the most relaxed choice. I have no claim about you. 

I am your friend, as a man could be. You are bound by nothing in me, I want to serve you with my blood. 

And is not it natural that I finally - and it happens clearly only through you - wants to be recognized:

I would love in you, every cognition, and do it too. 

I have enough alone, and shadows of my fire colored, loved; finally I embrace you, you live and you are! 

But do not think that I love you without any trouble. Your possession is necessary to me in every sense. 

But where there was satisfaction, it would be food forever. "I have possessed it, the happiness of life."

Childish people are still chauffeuring after this possession. Has the sky stopped for a while? 

A languor for this happiness I carry in the heart; but as long as I live, arrows, sufferings,

and sorrows remain only the answer, the food, and if I am never to have any more, I think of our summer and you! 

Has the sky stopped for a while? A languor for this happiness I carry in the heart; but as long as I live, arrows, sufferings,

and sorrows remain only the answer, the food, and if I am never to have any more, I think of our summer and you! 

Has the sky stopped for a while? A languor for this happiness I carry in the heart; but as long as I live, arrows, sufferings,

and sorrows remain only the answer, the food, and if I am never to have any more,

I think of our summer and you!

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