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may be, we won't forget the tune when we cared nothing for anything but
the joy of one another, when we risked everything for one another, when
all the wrappings and coverings seemed to have fallen from life and left
it light and fire. Stark and stark! Do you remember it all?... Say
you will never forget! That these common things and secondary things
sha'n't overwhelm us. These petals! I've been wanting to cry all the
evening, cry here on your shoulder for my petals. Petals!... Silly
woman!... I've never had these crying fits before...."
"Blood of my heart!" whispered Capes, holding her close to him. "I know.
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