Percy Bysshe Shelley, from Adonais: an elegy on the death of John Keats

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Percy Bysshe Shelley, from Adonais: an elegy on the death of John Keats
I wanna live naked, take off conventions and society, wear my soul like a wedding veil and embroider it with stars and beauty
Pura incoerenza ĆØ un cristiano che teme la morte
I think iāve done a terrible mistake
I let him go and iām the only one suffering
And I realized all I wanted was to win
I didnāt want him
I just wanted him to want me
And then I lost
And now Iām lost
An aching heart will long for home
But a restless soul will walk the road
Through woods unseen and clouds and storms
To shut the hole that always grows
But when you'll see such beauty unsaid
You'll know't was mum that made the bed,
You'll hug the hole that always grows,
And Heart and Soul will troop the woes
Vorrei, per una volta, provare lāamore libero
Every autumn spent in Milan is a wasted autumn
Maybe iāll See when i die
Maybe iāll heal when i die
Non dire più che non ti voglio bene perchĆ© davvero a volte vorrei volertene un poā di meno
E volendoti bene sempre più mi accorgo di non esserne capace
E quando tu scherzando me lo rinfacci non lo sai che crepa dilati
E lāedificio ĆØ sempre più in bilico
E io sempre più fragile
E sempre meno capace di volerti il bene che ti voglio e di cui tu non ti accorgi.
Non sono abbastanza brava per tanto bene
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