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When I lived - when I dreamed of when I fell
- I died when
Things look lost in vain ... ...
betrayed Hours spent elsewhere ... ...
In a boundary - between dream and death among many doors
Yet I
me a lot more lost without
Tired and defeated - from night to night.
There is no time to do something
Between Mountains and winds all is spent. But a desire
locked up again last hope: That House
Crossing for once
That dream brought
beloved home away - lost light
And there is no road that leads me.
. From "Dense Words" by A. Cammisa
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sad story
They found themselves without trying
They parted without being
They left without getting lost when life is a dream
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Better to have loved and lost than to have loved at all
English poet
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love is short is long Forget
Neruda
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Who lives a life of more
It is more of a death
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Mai equal to themselves
As clouds at sunset the sun
Rincorrenti
In an ocean of ambrosia
And - well - the dark.
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