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sad death poem

quale desidero rilevare
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
ha scoppiato il vino feroce
come come le stelle è questo il bianco, facce nameless
dai nostri posti nascosti
nei loro regimentals ragged
quando venite stasera
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
non brucio incenso
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
nei numeri mournful
mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano
è venuto prenderlo dalla mano

 



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