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happy birthday poem

sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
non ci č moltitudine, comunque guardato e teso
ad alcuno i dii grassi
mi domando dove vivete
in corridoi di sonno avete vagato vicino
perchč allora, il mosto noi vede?
del sole né stelle
la nerezza
non rimanga nient'altro

 



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