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sad death poem

la notte era nera e drear
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
poco parco che attraverso
amilo in fine, o se non
tristemente parlando
nella sfera
lascilo muoversi lentamente tramite la via
quando libertŕ dalla sua altezza della montagna
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
appena come mie barrette su queste chiavi
esistere dello swan
alla mezzanotte
in sua tenda custodita
non posso ora dirvi

 



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