Emilie:
[quoting lines from a song]
Where is the friend I seek? My longing rises with the sun. Night fades, in vain I call his name. I see his traces, I know he is there. I feel him where the flowers sweeten the air. Where saplings sprout, and wheat thrives. He is the breeze that caresses me. The scent for which I long. I hear his voice blend into the summer's song.
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