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i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
ultima mezzanotte
mille anni silenziosi fa
la mia anima č un campo arato scuro
tramite il seno facente male della vasta terra
sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare
in settembre
dalla finestra un mare degli alberi verdi
tempesta

 



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