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sad poetry

non rimanga nient'altro
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
sono andato su e giů le vie
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
come candela bianca
alla mezzanotte
forse č materia che avete morto
devo dire buona notte
quando, pieno di amore caldo e desideroso
possono comunicare di amore in un cottage
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
chi č il corridore nei cieli
ho lanciato il mondo
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine

 



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