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The YearsTriz Persoli I would like to think my heart achesFor the poor ones that are so alone,Whose frightening feelings of lonely sadnessHave, may, might, will certainly come. You’ve loved me desperately so.Even if the greatest indifference,Were, upon us, wickedly bestowedAnd I were to Orlando became; Through three hundred years of solitude,Your once undying love … Ler mais