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sad death poem

sto morendo
per ero un consigliere gaunt e grave
come lui di chi spirito nella fiammata del mezzogiorno
ascolti il mare suonante
sopra loro tutte, osservando gi
in qualche luogo ho letto un racconto sconosciuto, vecchio, arrugginito
in sua tenda custodita
sopra il fiume, sulla collina
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore

 



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