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  emina. eighteen. boston.
  
  
  I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night, alone. I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again. I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

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in thy face, soft desires i can trace.