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Speak to me of what I am to know Or, perhaps, you already have, but I have forgotten. What shall I say to others when they ask me what I have heard you say? I can hardly keep it straight in my own small brain and tiny heart. They will look at me and laugh, and then move on. Tell me again, so that I can remember. Then tell me again, and even again, each time that I forget. Which will be every time. Speak to me of you, speak to me of Love.