Part Three

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I have seen Love, and I want her. I run after her but she is as cunning as a serpent and as meek as a dove.

I dream of her. I call on her. I reach for her. I thirst for her. But she mocks me, she laughs at me and she disappears.

I want Love but she doesn't want me.

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