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sad death poem

amilo in fine, o se non
movimento del vostro corpo č come musica
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
debole-č traversata la canzone
mi domando dove vivete
i giorni endeared ad ogni MUSE
e pane del breaketh non di piů
la pioggia finito e l'aria brillante
benchč sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole

 



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