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non eravamo molti
all'interno della mia mano tengo
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
la musica i si č sentita con voi era piů della musica
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
ad alcuno i dii grassi
come un uomo nudo io va
dio

 



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