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other; the fire that issued from our eyes met and was 

 mingled; I became her and she became me; I felt her blood 

 in my veins ; I then at once became aware of what love really 

 is — a flame separated in two which endeavours to unite again. 



Oh, the beautiful country ! nobody took any notice of us ; 

 nobody envied our happiness; we thought of nobody. 



And what a beautiful blue the sky was of ! 



This country, my friend, you may visit it as I have done, 

 where you are, just as if you were here this evening, if it be 

 agreeable to you ; only give directions that no imbecile indi- 

 vidual should come and awaken you by knocking too early at 

 your door in the morning, as I was served. 



Because if there is a stunning fall, it is that which we make 

 in descending from the smiling regions of dreams into this 

 arid country which we call life. 



If we consider the matter well, however, who knows, if 

 after that which we call death, we shall not learn, that that 

 which was really a dream was what we called life j whilst what 

 we took for dreams were excursions which our souls made, 

 whilst our body, that prison of flesh, remained in the country 

 of real life. 



