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My clumsiness, Beloved, is so great, so very great that even when I wish to caress I cause pain. Refine the manners of my soul: within the sturdy manliness of this life of childhood, give me I want you to give me the gentleness and affection that children show towards their parents in their intimate outpourings of love.
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