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| François Boucher, 1767, Le courrier secret Relats conjunts |
My beauty, your hair, your beautiful face, your tempting breasts drive me crazy. I lust after you. After you have read these lines, reach behind you, take my hat, hurry to me and let us both go on an expedition to Venus. Yours, Wolfi.
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| Goethe in the Campagna. |
