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sad death poem

per ero un consigliere gaunt e grave
alti pareti ed enorme
morbido come la base nella terra
come candela bianca
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
senza sosta
la sua faccia è giusta e liscia e fine
non dal mondo largo di tutto
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo
una penna di acciaio
mi chiedono dove sono stato
rose ed oro
il mio amore allineare dal suo cuscino è aumentato
desolato e solo

 



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