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Francesco Petrach
He wrote poems calling Laura`s name
He felt hopeless, endless pain
For his love was in vain
But it gave him fame
And blessed be the moment
The day, month, year and place
When he saw her starry eyes
And her modest, dignified face
His loneliness and despair I can see
Love is agony and insanity
But the poems are set free
They belong to you and me
They bring together humanity
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