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che cosa era esso i motori detti
mi chiedono dove sono stato
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
al lato di un campo raso
noi che si sono levati in piedi
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
tutto l'mio amore per il mio dolce
ho visto i archangels nel mio mela-albero la notte scorsa
quando ho rinviato al tramonto
oscillato nella culla del profondo

 



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