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christmas poetry

mi sono levato in piedi
fiori dei bambini
le canzoni antiche
non rimanga nient'altro
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare
quale desidero rilevare
nelle mattine nube-grige
ma non posso ora leggerlo

 



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