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father poem

deve andare indietro, ha detto
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
sopra i tetti corra le ombre delle nubi
sopra-avevo preparato l'evento
da me indegno e sconosciuto
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
piantiamo
ha detto
figlie di tempo
risiedo alla montagna della tabella
li prevedo

 



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