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All passive obedience and implicit submission of will is far too easy,
Chop off your legs, you will never go astray
Stifle your reason altogether and you will find it is difficult to reason end.
The misery, you see what we have gained by waiting.
Death, dearest, I shall not fail you.
Elizabeth herself who had to decide.
Elizabeth of glass, with the white horses galloping in the moonlight
And the stars glittering overhead.
Robert suddenly said in the midst of our talking and laughing.
I loved and raised the boy... he cannot be happy, I think,
In the depths of his heart.
And every night he was allowed by my bedside, and with such tenderness,
Such goodness....
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