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mother poem

amo rubare per un po'via
ho visto le stelle più fiere
sotto un albero di diffusione della castagna
le verità terribili questi sono
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
così caduto
ciò è l'arsenale
facce belle e tragical
fra le montagne ho vagato
in sua tenda custodita

 



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