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christmas poem

sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare
ultima mezzanotte
ci è uno che quella i amava una volta così tanto
in corridoi di sonno avete vagato vicino
in vostri bracci era il piacere tranquillo
non ci è moltitudine, comunque guardato e teso
forse è materia che avete morto
questi cuori sono stati tessuti delle gioie umane e cure
nobility della morte ancora
fino alla sua finestra dell'alloggiamento
movimento del vostro corpo è come musica
le vecchie canzoni
nei numeri mournful

 



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