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come le aquile sul high alto
ultima mezzanotte
ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre
è aumentato e l'ambra era il tramonto sul fiume
benchè sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
per potere vedere ogni lato di ogni domanda
ho detto
non appenda corona
cantili ancora alla canzone cantati
la sua faccia è giusta e liscia e fine
sotto il timone del guerriero
una volta questo tappeto erboso molle
andato prima di noi
chi è il corridore nei cieli

 



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