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death poetry

sono andato su e giů le vie
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
a che cosa una donna la paragonerŕ cara
li ha fatti mai vedono un coccodrillo
glass-blower di tempo
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
sotto la luna della raccolta
perchč allora, il mosto noi vede?

 



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