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M’appariva in songo

Мне снилось

M’appariva in sogno: tutt’e due noi morti,
Giacevamo con sguardo acquietato.
Due bianche, bianche bare
     Accanto posate.

Quand’è che dicemmo: «Basta»?
Da un bel pezzo, e questo che mai significa?
Ma è strano, che al cuore dolore non colga,
     Che il cuore non versi lacrime afflitto.

Deboli sensi emozioni sono così strani,
Idee pensieri impietriti così lucidi,
E le tue labbra non ambite ed amate,
     Sebbene in eterno di beltà non raggiunta

Realtà s’è fatta: tutt’e due noi morti,
Giacevamo con sguardo acquietato.
Due bianche, bianche bare
     Accanto posate.

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