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La luna s'apre nei giardini del manicomio

La luna s'apre nei giardini del manicomio,

qualche malato sospira,

mano nella tasca nuda.

La luna chiede tormento

e chiede sangue ai reclusi:

** visto un malato

morire dissanguato

sotto la luna accesa.

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Alda Merini
Italian
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