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La fenice

 

 

che la fenice more e poi rinasce,
quando al cinquecentesimo appressa
erba né biada in sua vita non pasce,
ma sol d’incenso lacrima e d’amomo,
e nardo e mirra son l’ultime fasce.

(Inferno XXIV, 107-111)

 

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