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Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer
Remember your hands; how did your lips
Feel on mine?
.
Because of you, I love the white statues
Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that
Have neither voice nor sight.
.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.
.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague memory of you. I live with pain
That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
Make to me an irreperable harm.
.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
Vines on melancholy walls.
.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
Glimpse you in every window.
.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of
Summer pain me; because of you,
I again Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
Shooting stars, falling objects.
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