I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz		If your eyes were not the color of the moon
	Love, how often I loved you without seeing		Before I loved you, Love, nothing was my own
	You must know that I do not love and that I love you		Don't go far off, not even for a day
	Matilde, where are you? Down there I noticed		I do not love you---except because I love you
	Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence		When I die, I want your hands on my eyes
	Your laughter		Your feet
	Thoughts have wings		The thought
	Last letter		Give me my Romeo
	I want to hold your hand		The stars are with the voyager
	You		With you are my thoughts
	Song		My Fair
	True love		Not from the whole wide world I chose thee
	Love me little, love me long		As a perfume
	Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind		Look not in my eyes

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