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sad poem

poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
i corridoi di marmo resounding lunghi
lo ho visto una volta prima
lungamente fa, nel moonlight giovane
ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
una parola di volo di qui e là
le verità terribili questi sono
ottanta anni hanno passato e più
i giorni malinconici sono venuto
bello
la luce ritirata
dite che lo amate

 



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