Donna di donna amante
finse l'antica e favolosa etate,
ma io, miracol vero
de l'amoroso impero,
donna amo donna, e ne languisco e cheggio
a lei sola pietate.
Ma che? Forse vaneggio,
né son di donna amante
amor amando in feminil sembiante.
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