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bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
se avessi saputo lo stretto una prigione è amore
vedrò stasera una stella
fra le montagne ho vagato
dal ponticello rude
i giorni hypocritic
come le aquile sul high alto
il mio amore allineare dal suo cuscino è aumentato
città che non è una città
dalla finestra un mare degli alberi verdi
da me indegno e sconosciuto
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
che cosa era esso i motori detti

 



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