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“Many a time the thought returns to me:
What sad conditions Love on me bestows!
And moved by Pity I say frequently:
'Can there be anyone who my state knows?'
For Love takes hold of me so suddenly
My vital spirits I am near to lose.
One only of them all survives in me,
Staying to speak of you, as Love allows.
To aid me then my forces I renew
And pallid, all my courage drained long since,
I come to you to remedy my plight;
But if I raise my eyes to look at you
So vast a tremor in my heart begins
My beating pulses put my soul to flight.”
― Dante Alighieri, La Vita Nuova