“Elena, Elena, Elena. I wish I could write you poetry, write verses in your praise; exult your beauty. I wish I could speak eloquent Latin, recite from classics. I wish I could use sappy lines, and compare you to Helen of troy; which btw is another form of your name. I wish I could do all of those. But I can’t. All I know, all I can offer, is my
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