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She had her blind agonies, when she wanted him, she wanted

him But from theof her own All her roused tor she turned to hihts

Seeing the ed, she went

and wrote: "If I were the moon, I knohere I would fall down"

It meant so uish of her youth and her young passion and yearning

She called to him frouish towards hi force of her soul seemed to travel to him, endlessly,

endlessly, and in her soul's own creation, find him

But as he, and where did he exist? In her own desire

only

She received a post-card from him, and she put it in her

bosom It did not mean much to her, really The second day, she

lost it, and never even reme weeks went by There came the constant bad news of

the war And she felt as if all, outside there in the world,