<<<Hannover>>>

 

 

In the midst of crowds I remain in solitude. Nothing but you can lay hold of my mind, & that can lay hold of nothing but you.  I appear transported to some foreign desert with you... Where, abundantly supplied with everything... I might live out an age of uninterrupted ecstasy... The charms of all the world appear to be translated to you.

 

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