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le tonalitŕ della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
ho fatto una pausa la stoffa per tendine aperta
conosce un rilascio poco costoso
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
era un oysterman giovane alto
quel compagno sconosciuto č venuto sul mescolareare i piedi
tengo il vostro cuore
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
che cosa era esso i motori detti
dicami
appena come mie barrette su queste chiavi
mi chiedono dove sono stato
sentite la pioggia?

 



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