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When night draws near your window, come to him naked.
Softly will he ripple and darken round your still beauty, touching the tips of your breasts.
I shall stand with him there, a stray wanderer…
Around noon they got dressed warmly and went for a walk. The fog stood high, suddenly the sun broke through, Jesuit Meadow was full of snow. As they crossed Rustenschacher Street there was a Breughel…