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Speaker 1: I cannot live with you. It would be life, and
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Speaker 1: life is over there, behind the shelf. The sexton keeps
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Speaker 1: the key to, putting up our life, his porcelain, like
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Speaker 1: a cup discarded of the housewife, quaint or broken. A
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Speaker 1: new sevre pleases, old ones crack. I could not die
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Speaker 1: with you, for one must wait to shut the other's
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Speaker 1: gaze down. You could not, and I could. Could I
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Speaker 1: stand by and see you freeze, without my right of frost,
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Speaker 1: death's privilege? Nor could I rise with you, because your
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Speaker 1: face would put out Jesus, that new grace glow plain
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Speaker 1: and foreign on my homesick eye, except that you, then he,
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Speaker 1: shone closer by. They'd judge us. How? For you served heaven,
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Speaker 1: you know, or sought to. I could not. Because you
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Speaker 1: saturated sight, and I had no more eyes for sordid
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Speaker 1: excellence as paradise. And were you lost, I would be,
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Speaker 1: though my name rang loudest on the heavenly fame. And
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Speaker 1: were you saved, and I condemned to be where you
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Speaker 1: were not? that self were hell to me. So we
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Speaker 1: must keep apart, you there, I here, with just the
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Speaker 1: door ajar that oceans are, and prayer, and that pale sustenance, despair.