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death poem

siete bei e sbiaditi
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
quando il vento funziona contro di noi nell'oscurit
due file dei cavoli
un miglio dietro
non sia arrabbiato con me

 



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