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Written: © Maxima

The very hidden of your views
By God and by conscience
Visits chambers of the heart
At dusk,
Low-dusk
On the shores of the Siena
Where
Street singers add,
My angel ,
Their songs
Touching that insight,
Which came by
The intended path of life, of
I love you,
And forget the world of fine soul
It would tear you to sobriety.
Its malice would grow to the sky, and
In my heart’s needs.