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sad death poem

i giorni endeared ad ogni MUSE
come un uomo nudo io va
se fossi molto sicuro
se avessi saputo lo stretto una prigione è amore
dal ponticello rude
aumentato dai morti
cantili ancora alla canzone cantati
poco cancello è stato raggiunto in fine
ho visto le stelle più fiere
behold me, in miei chiffon, garza e canutiglia
due file dei cavoli
ed ancora hanno camminato sopra
nobility della morte ancora
all'interno della mia mano tengo

 



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