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sad death poem

circa ha sporto querela al padrone
quando libertà dalla sua altezza della montagna
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala
sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare
lungo una riva del fiume
truely
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
da solo
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
al lato di un campo raso
portimi la canzone morbida

 



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