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le montagne sono gente silenziosa
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
l'agonia di avere troppa alimentazione
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
ciò è la canzone della gioventù
come lui di chi spirito nella fiammata del mezzogiorno
per venire così presto a questo ha immaginato l'oscurità
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
siete svegli?

 



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