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– Don’t you see, Tristan, that the one who deceives herself and you imagine woman,
Want to see your blood? That there is a glow that springs from perjury and softens
The gallows? That is bittersweet the taste of thy mourning? And the blood tastes like
Mourning of the one who deceives herself?
Drink the scarlet, Tristan; the wound; and you will taste the woman in your mouth.
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