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"Now listen and believe me, if there’s any truth in words: it wasn’t you who discovered (revealed?) your beauty to me, but I who finally unveiled it to myself. And what I saw, exactly, when I opened my eyes, were two things in instantaneous succession, reflected in yours: the first was a reasonably healthy, no-longer-heroic mortal with more than half his life behind him, less potent and less proud than when he was at twenty but still vigorous after all, don’t interrupt me, and grown too wise to wish his time turned back. The second, one second later, was the stars in your own eyes, reflected from mine and rereflected to infinity - stars of a quite miraculous, yes blinding love, which transfigured everything in view. Perhaps you find the image trite; I beg you not to say so."
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the light that burns twice as bright
burns half as long
and you have burned so very, very brightly
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