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sing of their happiness, praise them: unlike all others.

Show that you always feel them, forever close.
Show that you always feel them, forever close.
That when their figs ripen, it is you they are ripening for. —Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Stephen Mitchell
That when their figs ripen, it is you they are ripening for.
—Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Stephen Mitchell

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