For I have known them all already, known them all—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
-TS Eliot
Cerchi invan difesa e scusa, il tuo ceffo già t'accusa,
vedo ben che vuoi mentir.
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