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The friendship didn’t hold us anymore...
Too much kindled our billowy soul and fast. Then we metamorphosed into fondness our lust So, a keen, a deep love began and goes on ever more. Suddenly, the cottage changed into a palace, As by a magic, the home tools turned into fairies; A spirit of emperor I found again inside me, Carrying a forceful scepter of dream and poetry. There is no army braver then that one of imagination, Alike the all-conquering spirit of beauty; Headed by it we’ll start the war of liberation From the mari’s realms unto my unique duty: To win for you, on behalf of the upright mastery, Nearby me, a throne belonging to immortality! Monday, January 10, 1955
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