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Giacomo Leopardi - To Himself
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Nor wilt thou rest forever, weary heart.
  The last illusion is destroyed,
  That I eternal thought. Destroyed!
  I feel all hope and all desire depart,
  For life and its deceitful joys.
  Forever rest! Enough! Thy throbbings cease!
  Naught can requite thy miseries;
  Nor is earth worthy of thy sighs.
  Life is a bitter, weary load,
  The world a slough. And now, repose!
  Despair no more, but find in Death
  The only boon Fate on our race bestows!
  Still, Nature, art thou doomed to fall,
  The victim scorned of that blind, brutal power
  That rules and ruins all.
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