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poem for pastors

perchč facciali sempre basamento lą che rabbrividisce
dai nostri posti nascosti
quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della cittą
sotto la mia finestra in una via della cittą
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
vivo dalla riva del fiume
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
dal sud alla rottura del giorno
non sia arrabbiato con me
siete bei e sbiaditi
quindi non posso
dalla finestra un mare degli alberi verdi
bello
ottanta anni hanno passato e pił

 



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