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Rh shall never, I can never, like you. I have seen what I love—it is soft as cream, delicate as the shirisha flower, beautiful as a butterfly.

It is false as a mirage, empty as a bubble.

Let it be—but I cannot stand near you—I simply cannot! I must fly away from here. Union with you, it cannot be possible! It cannot be anything but a false union—my mind must inevitably turn away from you.

Will you not even try a little?

I have been trying since yesterday—but the more I try, the more