When i die, I want your hands on my eyes; I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands to pass their freshness over me once more; I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny. I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep. I want your ears to hear the wind, I want you to sniff the sea's aroma that we loved together, to continue to walk on the sand we walked on. I want what I love to continue to live and you whom I love and sang above everything else to continue to flourish, full-flowered; so that you can teach everything my love directs you to, so that my shadow can travel along in your hair, so that everything can learn the reason for my song.

To My love, Harry. A marriage which cannot be bound by this earth. I am with you in eternity and thee with me.

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