Emma:
[reading Simon's journal aloud]
"I see my angel for the first time. Know my purpose, feel my birth, Hear, at first faintly, then distinctly The sweet strains of our union. Our love heats up the cold universe And gives my tired, desperate hope A reason and season to be revealed."
Simon:
"We, purified by our kisses, are eternally healed."
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