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death poem

i giorni malinconici sono venuto
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
desolato e solo
sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble
scattando in su, cadendo
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
vedo tutti gli spiriti umani
siete il mio compagno
il più triste dell'anno

 



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