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We may only have a few days,a few hours.
Maxim,why didn't you tell me before?
I nearly did sometimes,
but you bever seemed close enough.
How could we be close
when I knew you were always thinking of Rebecca?
How could I even ask you to love me
when I knew you loved Rebecca still?
What are you talking about?
What do you mean?
Whenever you touched me
I knew you were comparing me to Rebecca.
Whenever you looked at me,
spoke to me,
or walked with me in the garden,
I knew you were thinking.
"This I did with Rebecca
Oh,it's true,isn't it?
You thought I loved Rebecca?
You thought that?