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suicide poem

mi sono levato in piedi
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
la notte era nera e drear
il sole ha fatto un passo giů dal suo throne dorato
e pane del breaketh non di piů
fra le montagne ho vagato
tranquillamente, con il reverance, nel awe
candele che si rovesciano obliquamente in latte del pomodoro
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
come io aiuti alla destra il mondo che sta andando male

 



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