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Ah, if the Dawn brought hope, if I could find again the old joyous assurance that together we would find the happiness of life - somewhere in the wonderful old city - running away from the world that would imprison us! Why, if I could bring you now, in the freshness of the morning, up in the groves of the Palatino, where the birds are stirring and singing, and the flowers awakening and the old, old trees quivering with new life, it would be a revelation and a promise such as we are dead to now -