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veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
potrebbe conoscerla nella molla più in anticipo
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
e così va
morbidamente ora la luce del giorno
passato inesorabile di thou
nei loro regimentals ragged
all'interno della mia mano tengo
se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me
è andato

 



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