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love poem

la festività reale è stata fatta
sopra il fiume, sulla collina
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
aumentato dai morti
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
dalla finestra un mare degli alberi verdi
nel gather di nerezza e chiedono
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate

 



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