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sympathy poem

perchč allora, il mosto noi vede?
mi sono levato in piedi
morbidamente piangendo
ho conosciuto il silenzio delle stelle e del mare
con gioia e wonder
da me indegno e sconosciuto
amavo una donna
il sole ha fatto un passo giů dal suo throne dorato
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta cosě tanto oro
era l'autunno dell'anno
mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano
il bambino che ha gettato via il foglio dopo il foglio
volontŕ glimmer sul mare?
un pensiero dolce solenne

 



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