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mother poem

pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
ha scoppiato il vino feroce
i drowses pallidi di giorno sull'occidentale bagnano
non prego per pace
nobility della morte ancora
movimento del vostro corpo è come musica
sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble
era molte e molto un anno fa
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
vedrò stasera una stella
un miglio dietro
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi

 



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