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sad death poem

un uccello ha cantato
che cosa io devono voi
in vostri bracci era il piacere tranquillo
ciò è l'arsenale
cara moglie
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
bello
sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
ancora tredici anni
sotto il timone del guerriero
fate non sentirsi
noi che si sono levati in piedi
il fratello, sono fuoco

 



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