My heart has grown rich with the passing of years,
I have less need now than when I was young
To share myself with every comer
Or shape my thoughts into words with my tongue.
It is one to me that they come or go
If I have myself and the drive of my will,
And strength to climb on a summer night
And watch the stars swarm over the hill.
Let them think I love them more than I do,
Let them think I care, though I go alone;
If it lifts their pride, what is it to me
Who am self-complete as a flower or a stone.
nonsolobiancoenero 
Splendido!
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Concordo, grazie! 🙂
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“Or shape my thoughts into words with my tongue” ❤
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Lovely Sara!
Thanks a lot for your comment! 🙂
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Beautifully expressed. ❤
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Agreed! Thank you so much! 🙂
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