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sonno, fratello grigio della morte
metà di piaceri e palazzi benchè possiamo vagare
all'alba, ha detto
e con l'uccello di ronzio
il corpo può limitare
ho visto che il dio voi lo dubita?
siete vivi?
la sua faccia è giusta e liscia e fine
morbido come la base nella terra
in sua tenda custodita
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
ho guardato sul cielo glorious
un uccello ha cantato
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala

 



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