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di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
in corridoi di sonno avete vagato vicino
tutti si acquietano lungo il potomac
al lato di un campo raso
sono andato su e giů le vie
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
i giorni malinconici sono venuto
non ci č moltitudine, comunque guardato e teso
l'odore del č aumentato cosě falso, le spine cosě allineare
non si addolori che finito

 



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