still warm. You breathe - you live.
This was but a test to see if I still loved you?
We will fly,
Rise, Filippo, come!
Arise! We will fly together,
Happiness shall yet be aura, and life, and love.
The sun shall rise on us again. Came than,
We will Hee, and live and live.– Filippe.
(She omnds over him, and then appreciates thät he
is dead, Leases with a fearful cry of onguish, pull the
curtains of the alcove together, as that they completely
over Filippo’s body, andaua rushes out sereaning as if
demented)
Live!
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