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ho visto la prima pera
la notte era nera e drear
era una bellezza nei giorni
ho visto con gli occhi aperti
del sole né stelle
ci č uno che quella i amava una volta cosě tanto
i loro capelli bei
sotto un albero di diffusione della castagna
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
ma alas, sogni giusti
dicami non
li ho detestati
quindi non posso

 



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