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She had also told me, whispering,
She'd read several of my works.

Here she became exceedingly likable.

Later she assured me emphatically,
That she buys everything I write
and hadn't heard of it third-hand,

Here I began to glow with tempestuous love.

And as she finally admitted, blushing,
Her brother was a critic, and her father
Took part in a Berlin theater,
I couldn't control myself any longer,

I rushed double-quick to her parents