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“Un poeta versa infinite lacrime, mentre per un uomo comune ne può bastare un litro. Quindi il poeta è più tormentato di un uomo qualsiasi, i suoi nervi sono molto più sensibili. Proverà gioie ignote al volgo, ma anche un’incommensurabile tristezza. Bisognerebbe meditare prima di diventare poeti!”

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