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haiku poem

siete bei e sbiaditi
che cosa noi ora farŕ
vecchio vino da bere
sono il vento che esita
qui si trova una signora la piů bella
le preghiere bianche piccole
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
lascilo essere triste
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tč

 



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