Notte II
Se solo tu potessi darmi
la luminosa redenzione
del tuo assassino dì,
misteriosa ingannatrice.
Mi ricacci tu ghignando
io ingenua
per labirinti mentali
delle pazze genti.
Eppur ti amo
e lascio che tu,
o l'alba,
mi uccida.
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