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63 If pain for peace prepares
If pain for peace prepares
Lo, what "Augustan" years
Our feet await!
If springs from winter rise,
Can the Anemones
Be reckoned up?
If night stands fast — then noon
To gird us for the sun,
What gaze!
When from a thousand skies
On our developed eyes
Noons blaze!
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63 Se la pena prepara la pace
Se la pena prepara la pace
Oh, quali "Augustei" anni
Attendono i nostri passi!
Se le primavere sorgono
Possono gli Anemoni
Essere contati?
Se la notte si ferma, poi a mezzodì,
Per prepararci al sole,
Che vista!
Quando da mille cieli
Sui nostri occhi maturi
Ai mezzodì di fuoco!
doctorJoJoEmily Dickinson: Топ 3
| 1. | Hope Is the Thing With Feathers |
| 2. | I’m Nobody! Who Are You? |
| 3. | Because I could not stop for Death (479) |
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