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funeral poem

una volta questo tappeto erboso molle
vado il mio senso complacently
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
rose ed oro
o giusta e stately domestica, di cui occhi
alcuni giorni più ventosi
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
amo le vecchie disposizioni melodious
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
dialo
quel compagno sconosciuto è venuto sul mescolareare i piedi

 



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