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funeral poem

ho visto con gli occhi aperti
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso
una vita sull'onda dell'oceano
i giorni malinconici sono venuto
come un uomo nudo io va
dal profondo e l'oscuritŕ
dolce e forte
una penna di acciaio
le vecchie canzoni
che cosa era esso i motori detti
le canzoni antiche
lasci il unsaid bello di parole
chi chiamerŕ il vento

 



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