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riempio questa tazza
qui cade nessuna luce
dio
così perso
morbido come la base nella terra
una parola di volo di qui e là
i drowses pallidi di giorno sull'occidentale bagnano
il sole ha fatto un passo giù dal suo throne dorato
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
la notte è scura ed i venti di inverno
ho detto
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
migliori che il granito
portimi la canzone morbida

 



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