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non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta cosě tanto oro
al lato di un campo raso
quando libertŕ dalla sua altezza della montagna
li ho sentiti nella notte
oscillato nella culla del profondo
ho lanciato il mondo
dialo
molto bene, voi liberali
indietro, giri indietro
ora
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino

 



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