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Asensio is rising He goes to find his horse and I rant this reaches you, some tiive you a wrong i, for I am neat, and I write nicely; only now the ink is poor and there is very little of it There is little of anything, here at Asensio's house, except tears Of those I fear there are too many to please you, my Juan, for nand your faithful ROSA

O God! Come quickly, if you love me