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father poem

ma alas, sogni giusti
dicami piů di meno o dicami di piů
se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me
ma non posso ora leggerlo
mi sono levato in piedi
il cielo
i giorni malinconici sono venuto
la notte era nera e drear
le montagne sono gente silenziosa
ciň č la nave della perla
non dal mondo largo di tutto
indietro, giri indietro

 



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