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autumn poem

mille anni silenziosi fa
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
chi chiamerŕ il vento
sono il vento che esita
ed ancora hanno camminato sopra
la festivitŕ reale č stata fatta
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
sentite la pioggia?

 



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