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"S'i' credesse che mia risposta fosse / a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, / questa fiamma staria sanza più scosse;
"If I believed that my reply were made /
To one who to the world would e'er return, /
This flame without more flickering would stand still;
The cruellest lies are often told in silence
Life was a prison in which he wove straw to keep busy and forget
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh; / The worlds revolve like ancient women / Gathering fuel in vacant lots
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