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It is a hopeless hope,
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but how can I refuse them?
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Say you are too ill.
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We have woven a web, you and I,
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attached to this world
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But a separate world of our own invention.
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We must cut the threads, Fanny.
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No.
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No.
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I can't.
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I never will.
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You know I would do anything.