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baby poem

forse č materia che avete morto
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
mai in tutta la mia vita
siete bei e sbiaditi
nelle mattine nube-grige
le stelle sono caduto da cielo
la notte era nera e drear
quale si conservare

 



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