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poem for pastors

mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
il prato stava strisciando
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
ad alcuno i dii grassi
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me
un uccello ha cantato
non posso ora dirvi

 



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