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poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
in sua tenda custodita
che cosa era esso i motori detti
all'alba, ha detto
lascilo essere triste
all'interno di questa tomba umile un conqueror si trova
semplicemente parlando
desolato e solo
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente č stata mescolata
la luna aumentante ha nascosto le stelle

 



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