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forse č materia che avete morto
il mio dispiacere, quando č qui con me
dite che lo amate
le canzoni antiche
uno per uno, come va da un albero
travails della terra
fino alla sua finestra dell'alloggiamento
e cosě va
uomo freddo severo
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me
il sole č in su
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
dialo
rumori che si sforzano strapparsi

 



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