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questi sono
i giorni malinconici sono venuto
in settembre
non brucio incenso
il merriment infinito e insensato delle stelle
sotto la luna della raccolta
ultima mezzanotte
con gioia e wonder
le canzoni antiche
ma alas, sogni giusti
quanto selvaggio, come strega-come bizzarro che la vita dovrebbe essere
quando ero si è rotto a Londra
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere

 



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