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suicide poem

la canzone e sogno da per andato mai
non eravamo molti
in qualche luogo ho letto un racconto sconosciuto, vecchio, arrugginito
perchè così triste mio bello?
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
dice a di buoni vecchi periodi
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
faccia i ragazzi e le ragazze ancora vanno
braided e tessuto
le ombre delle navi

 



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