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best friend poem

un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
guardi indietro con gli occhi longing e sappia che seguirň
la mia anima č un campo arato scuro
ottanta anni hanno passato e piů
come lui di chi spirito nella fiammata del mezzogiorno
truely
aumentato dai morti
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
quale desidero rilevare
sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare

 



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