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sad love poem

il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
nel porto di nuovo York
sotto un albero di diffusione della castagna
così perso
ancora il suo gray oscilla la torretta sopra il mare
un pensiero dolce solenne
metà di piaceri e palazzi benchè possiamo vagare
era non per quell'odore singolare

 



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