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And I fell in love anew: this time
my life’s great love – Lina of the red shawl.
She who grows up with us came from her womb,
the little blue-eyed girl.
Trieste is the city, Lina the woman,
for whom I wrote the book of my most bold
sincerity; and right up to this time
my soul never parted from her soul.
Every other human love I got to know;
but for Lina I would take another
life again, would want to start afresh.
I loved her for the peaks of her sorrow;
for she was everything in the world, and never
devious, and loved everything but herself.