So much I gazed on beauty, that my vision is replete with it. Contours of the body. Red lips. Voluptuous limbs. Hair as if taken from greek statues; always beautiful, even when uncombed, and it falls, slightly, over white foreheads. Faces of love, as my poetry wanted them.... in the nights of my youth, in my nights, secretly, met....
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