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ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
dice a di buoni vecchi periodi
movimento del vostro corpo è come musica
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
serene di pomeriggio e luminoso verdi
metà di piaceri e palazzi benchè possiamo vagare
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
il padrone dei destini umani sono io

 



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