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suicide poem

la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
cittą che non č una cittą
amilo in fine, o se non
era non per quell'odore singolare
come candela bianca
non dal mondo largo di tutto
il merriment infinito e insensato delle stelle
non prego per pace

 



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