Edvard Munch
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1:02:04
He pressed his hand against them.
He was back amongst the trees.

1:02:10
He felt again how she gave way,
how everything disappeared.

1:02:16
Once again he felt the tickling softness
against his mouth.

1:02:46
How often have you sat at home
1:02:49
and waited for your wife,
listening for every step?

1:02:55
She said she was going to meet
a woman friend she seldom met.

1:03:48
This is the worst I've seen.
I don't understand any of it.

1:03:52
And the colours are so ugly.
1:03:54
Besides, it's highly immoral.
1:03:57
If one goes there, one almost has
to sneak in by the backdoor.


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