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noi che si sono levati in piedi
una volta questo tappeto erboso molle
braided e tessuto
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me
figlie di tempo
lungamente fa, nel moonlight giovane
siete vivi?
chi ama la pioggia
appena come mie barrette su queste chiavi
aranci di coglitura nubian blu-neri
al lato di un campo raso
i loro capelli bei
morbidamente piangendo
la luna aumentante ha nascosto le stelle

 



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