Be comforted, dear Heinrich.

Here are my hands. 0 feel them,for these are they that caused the wounds,and they alone can heal them.”

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1 cannot rise, beloved !

My head was shot in twothe day I could no longerendure the loss of you.”

But I will bind you, Heinrich,with the wonder of my hair,and you’ll retrieve the springtimeand find me waiting there.”

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