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death poem

notte mysterious
mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano
ho avuto un timore nella mia vita
uccelli contro il vento di aprile
ma alas, sogni giusti
figlie di tempo
sono vecchio e cieco
ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
dato che, se faceste una pausa oggi il mio lato

 



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