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This starts as a tortured poem but ends being somewhat the hymn to the power of one's love, which as you say, has no bounds and limits, and after the torture the sense of eternity and liberty comes comfort us and to make us enjoy this feeling. Like the flame which purifies whatever it burns. It's developed in a very interesting way imo. I love it, it's excellent! Hope I haven't said anything stupid with my brief and silly interpretation.
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