'They were not far from the border of the world above; here frightened that she might not be well and yearning to see her with his own eyes, through love he turned and looked, and with his gaze she slipped away and down.
He stretched his arms out, struggling to embrace and be embraced, but unlucky and unhappy he grasped nothing but the limp and yielding breezes.
Now as Eurydice was dying for a second time, she did not reproach her husband; for what complaint should she have except that she was loved?
She uttered for the very last time a farewell that barely reached his ears and fell back once more to the same place.'
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