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death poetry

quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
tutti gli anni sfavorevoli
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
esistere dello swan
tristemente parlando
per ero un consigliere gaunt e grave
conosco non dove
oscillato nella culla del profondo
ho visto che il dio voi lo dubita?
il lampo ha esposto a flash ed ha alzato

 



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