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la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
o giusta e stately domestica, di cui occhi
non appenda corona
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
sto cantando voi
dal pavimento al soffitto
e con l'uccello di ronzio
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
come candela bianca
era molte e molto un anno fa
ho avuto un timore nella mia vita

 



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