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I loved trite words that no one dared
to use. I was bewitched by the rhyme fiore/
amore,
the most ancient and difficult on earth.
I loved the truth lying in the depths,
like a forgotten dream, that pain discovers
as a friend again. In fear the heart
approaches it, and never will forsake it.
I love you who listen to me and my good card
left at the ending of my game.