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christmas poem

morbido come la base nella terra
prima del san bronze solenne
per veritŕ, per amore
sto cantando voi
quando venite stasera
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
quell'anno
ho visto i archangels nel mio mela-albero la notte scorsa
in sua tenda custodita
le ombre delle navi

 



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