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James Joyce - Simples
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O bella bionda,
Sei come l`onda!


	Of cool sweet dew and radiance mild
	The moon a web of silence weaves
	In the still garden where a child
	Gathers the simple salad leaves.

	A moondew stars her hanging hair
	And moonlight kisses her young brow
	And, gathering, she sings an air:
	Fair as the wave is, fair, art thou!

	Be mine, I pray, a waxen ear
	To shield me from her childish croon
	And mine a shielded heart for her
	Who gathers simples of the moon.
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