Death Takes a Holiday Page #7

her quickly, while there's time.

Corrado, she's cold.

Take her in your arms.

Grazia, Grazia,

don't you hear me?

Yes, I hear.

Grazia, dear,

won't you stay with me?

I can't, Corrado.

But I shall always

love you.

Grazia, listen. You must stay

here with those who love you.

If you went with me now, you

could never see them again.

Why must you say these things to

me? They can make no difference.

But you don't understand.

My holiday is over.

I am going at once.

I'm ready. Oh, no. You can't come with me.

Yes, I can.

Shall we go now?

But you...

you don't know who I am!

You are my love...

my love!

You heard? And you wish me to

speak and destroy this happiness?

You must.

Oh, Grazia,

my little love,

it was not a jest.

Goodbye, my friends.

Remember that there is

only a moment of shadow...

between your life and mine.

And when I call, come bravely

through that shadow...

And you will find me

only your familiar friend.

Goodbye, Grazia.

Now you see me as I am.

But I've always

seen you like that.

You haven't changed.

You have seen me...

like this?

Yes, always.

Then there is a love

which casts out fear,

and I have found it!

And love is

greater than illusion...

and as strong as death.

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