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il mio dispiacere, quando è qui con me
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
una volta questo tappeto erboso molle
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
scuro-eyed
ciò è la nave della perla
in qualche luogo ho letto un racconto sconosciuto, vecchio, arrugginito
ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre

 



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