You are the carriage whizzing past my eyes in the evening,
you are my childhood,
you are my game,
my flowers,
my wasteland, my wild horse,
you are my faith,
my destiny,
you are me,
In this barren world,
you are equal to me.
I love you
as I love myself.
Even if I forget myself,
it is impossible to forget you.
You are my love,
and hate,
my soul and body, and death
you are me, and
death cannot separate you from me, and
as long as I live,
your death will never rest
until,
at last, we are together.
My favorite classic novel, bar none.
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