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sorry poem

lucida l'ultima età, il seguente con speranza è visto
sono il vento che esita
non ci è moltitudine, comunque guardato e teso
le stelle sono caduto da cielo
una parola di volo di qui e là
dio
travails della terra
ciò è la canzone della gioventù
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb

 



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