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mother poem

la notte č scura ed i venti di inverno
guardi indietro con gli occhi longing e sappia che seguirň
devo dire buona notte
parla non bene
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
tutto l'mio amore per il mio dolce
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
ho visto che il dio voi lo dubita?
figlie di tempo
come candela bianca
dicami
corsa alto-sopportata
senza sosta

 



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