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wedding poem

tutti quei tesori che si trovano
ed il mio nome č sincero
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
ascolti il mare suonante
l'agonia di avere troppa alimentazione
la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
lascili pity coloro di che sia migliore fuori che noi sono
ottanta anni hanno passato e piů
uno sguardo č ma un raggio
ma non posso ora leggerlo
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless

 



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