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e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente č stata mescolata
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia
chi ama la pioggia
un gleam di oro il gloom in e gray
aumentato dai morti
la gradisco
fra le montagne ho vagato
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
era l'autunno dell'anno
ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre

 



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