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A soft wind breathes from the blue sky; the quiet myrtle grows there and the tall laurel. Do you know that land? Would that I might go there with you, my love. Do you know the pillared house? Its rooms shine and gleam. Its marble statues stand and look at me as if to say ‘What have they done to you, poor child?’