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Che grande scultore sei tu

che hai scolpito il tuo volto di pietra

tra le mie braccia

e ormai amore morto

mi sei diventato figlio

ti tengo sulle ginocchia

e piango perché il ricordo di te

mi pesa come un sepolcro.

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