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456  Enough, O deed impromptu and secret! Enough, O gliding present! Enough, O summed-up
 * past!

Dear friend, whoever you are, here, take this kiss, I give it especially to you—Do not forget me, I feel like one who has done his work—I progress on, The unknown sphere, more real than I dreamed,
 * more direct, darts awakening rays about me—
 * So long!

Remember my words—I love you—I depart from
 * materials,

I am as one disembodied, triumphant, dead.