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Agonia

Morire come le allodole assetate

sul miraggio

O come la quaglia

passato il mare

nei primi cespugli

perché di volare

non ha più voglia

Ma non vivere di lamento

come un cardellino accecato.

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Giuseppe Ungaretti
Italian
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