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...to me, she seems a peer of goddesses,
the woman who sits facing you,
and hears your sweet voice
and lovely laughter.

...it flattens my heart in my chest
when I see her only for a moment.
I cannot speak,
my tongue is broken.

...a subtle fire runs under my skin;
my eyes cannot see, my ears hum.
cold sweat pours off me;
shivering grips me all over.

...I am paler than the winter grass,
I seem near to dying...
but,
all must be endured.