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me close to your face till I whisper, What you are holding is in reality no book, nor part
 * of a book,

It is a man, flushed and full-blooded—it is I—So
 * long!

We must separate—Here! take from my lips this
 * kiss,

Whoever you are, I give it especially to you; So long—and I hope we shall meet again.