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good bye poem

mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
forse
nella sfera
prima del san bronze solenne
č venuto prenderlo dalla mano
ciň č l'arsenale
che cosa noi ora farŕ
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars
quegli occhi neri i una volta cosě elogiato
in sua tenda custodita
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
sono vecchio e cieco

 



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