But he is dead, my sweet Kaylee. He is gone from me and yet he lives in my dreams. My poor moor, he once spoke so beautifully yet in my dreams he was mute.
I saw him in the church, too. He reached for me but I ran. My poor Djem. My heart broke so, I fear I might never smile again.
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I saw him in the church, too. He reached for me but I ran. My poor Djem. My heart broke so, I fear I might never smile again.