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break up poem

le montagne sono gente silenziosa
se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me
non ci č moltitudine, comunque guardato e teso
quando ero si č rotto a Londra
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
amavo una donna
non giri la vostra testa
lungo una riva del fiume
sentite la pioggia?
per ero un consigliere gaunt e grave
mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura
per guardare tutto il giorno l'onda blu arricciarsi e rompersi

 



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