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gothic poetry

la notte era nera e drear
le vecchie canzoni
un uccello ha cantato
ombre alate che scopano vicino
sono vecchio e cieco
come come le stelle č questo il bianco, facce nameless
babylon -- dove vado sognare
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
una vita sull'onda dell'oceano
ha detto
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
l'alba era verde mela

 



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