Your name, merely your name, floods my brain to a point of sweet disgust.
Alfred de MussetMy heart, still full of her,
traveled over her face, and found her there no more...
I had thought to myself that a woman unknown
had adopted by chance that voice and those eyes
and I let the chilly statue pass
looking athe skies
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