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I... I wrote you a poem.
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- Really?
- I'm, it's really bad, but...
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...would you like to see it?
- You read it.
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"Simply to love you
Shall suffice today
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So let us leave the gift
Of its return
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Until some later hand
Has shaped my clay
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Over and over
Fitter for your name
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And if that secret hand
Should never learn a new perfection
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On the endless wheel
Ever my love
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Must strengthen in the flame
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And make me true
Upon a rack of steel
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I shall not weary
If you dare to say
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Ages of life as swiftly shall begun
As tumbling sands
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Within the living glass
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Oh promised you
How could I curse the way
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Or from the shadows
To the shadows pass
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And not feel nearer sudden
shafts of dawn."
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Smell this.
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It's got pulverized
primrose petals and...
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placenta!
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Listen, Rosie, on the 15 of next month
I have to go to Galway...
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for a conference and I thought I might
go out to Connemara for three days.
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What? Why?
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That's only four days
before the wedding.
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- There's so much to do.
- I know, I know.
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I just think I need to be by myself,
just for a little while... contemplating.
1:05:57
Contemplating? What are you turning
into? Some kind of monk?