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sympathy poem

quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
la fragranza è venuto
chi chiamerà il vento
non prego per pace
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce

 



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