The Soldier asked the Queen: "Is there another room here within the room, an innermost chamber, where we will be alone and speak sweetly to one another?
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The Queen smiled to herself and lowered her head. "Is that what lovers do?!But why, then, do you drape this melancholic blue tunic around your breast in my presence?"
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She said something to him, and something in him died.
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He stared at her red dress, thinking he could never tame or win such a one as her. And since that day he has thought:
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Rose is fire, rose-twig is fire, the garden is fire, the river bank is fire.
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And so now he kills and slays, the sword of negation, fighting his way back. He remembers her lips,
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like a kiss of death to drink.
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(quotations: H. Hesse and Galib Dede)
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