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forse č materia che avete morto
la notte era nera e drear
le veritŕ terribili questi sono
candele che si rovesciano obliquamente in latte del pomodoro
da solo
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
ancora il suo gray oscilla la torretta sopra il mare
come lui di chi spirito nella fiammata del mezzogiorno

 



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