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la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
morbidamente piangendo
dal mare scintillante
ho detto
il mio dispiacere, quando è qui con me
fino alla sua finestra dell'alloggiamento
non ci è fuga dal fiume
mi sono levato in piedi
le vecchie canzoni
dite che lo amate
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
dicami non

 



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