I heard a sound on the river, but when I leaned out of the window the river had become silent again. Now I heard the sound of oars. Softly, softly coming from the shore. A boat knocked against the barge. There was a sound of chains being tied. I await the phantom lover – the one who haunts all women, the one I dream of, the one who stands behind every man, with a finger and head shaking – “Not him, he is not the one”. Forbidding me each time to love.
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I heard a sound on the river, but when I leaned out of the window the river had become silent again. Now I heard the sound of oars. Softly, softly coming from the shore. A boat knocked against the barge. There was a sound of chains being tied. I await the phantom lover – the one who haunts all women, the one I dream of, the one who stands behind every man, with a finger and head shaking – “Not him, he is not the one”. Forbidding me each time to love.
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