"And when I am dead you will cut out my heart and lay it in the blue jar.
For then everything will be as it was then. All shall be blue round me,
and in the midst of the blue world my heart will be innocent and free,
and will beat gently, like a wake that sings, like the drops
that fall from an oar blade." 

A little later she asked them: "Is it not a sweet thing
to think that, if only you had patience, all that
has ever been, will come back to you?"



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