Like beautiful bodies of the dead who had not grown old and they shut them, with tears, in a magnificent mausoleum, with roses at the head and jasmine at the feet -- this is what desires resemble that have passed without fulfillment; with none of them having achieved a night of sensual delight, or a bright morning.
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