I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do about it. I felt hopeless. Your face is so beautiful that I cannot stop to describe it, and there's nothing I can do to make you happy while you sleep.
Richard Brautigan
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