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sad death poem

i nostri momenti piacevoli volano
lasci il unsaid bello di parole
ha scoppiato il vino feroce
dato che, se faceste una pausa oggi il mio lato
non posso ora dirvi
nei loro regimentals ragged
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
noi che si sono levati in piedi
ottanta anni hanno passato e più

 



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