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grandmother poem

piantiamo
dal profondo e l'oscuritŕ
conosco non dove
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
la notte era nera e drear
amilo in fine, o se non
i giorni endeared ad ogni MUSE
in sua tenda custodita
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
sotto il foglio dusky dell'alloro
sono stancare di essere amaro e stancare di essere saggio
ci era un momento durante gli anni precedenti

 



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