‘I almost wish we were butterflies. . .

. . . and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”

John Keats to Fanny Brawne.

Eng ganz kleng Hommage un een vun den ästheteschsten Filmer dei mir an leschter Zait begeint sin, “Bright Star” an un d’douce an schéin Deiren, dei Paiperlekken an mengen Aan sinn.

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