Poesia
1       2| estremo addio.~ ~In fra le fronde del vetusto pino~ ~Sussurrava,
2       6|     Auretta scosse eran le fronde; lieto~ ~Io sorrideva, e
3      17|    accordo~ ~Sussuravan le fronde. Era l'incanto~ ~D'una notte
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