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death poem

ho guardato sul cielo glorious
per ero un consigliere gaunt e grave
non eravamo molti
rose ed oro
siete il mio compagno
la notte è scura ed i venti di inverno
uomo freddo severo
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
scattando in su, cadendo
un miglio dietro

 



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