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dal ponticello rude
un uccello ha cantato
ho entrato nel deserto perch la mia anima athirst
una tempesta sta guidando sulla marea
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
vado il mio senso complacently
noi che si sono levati in piedi
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
moonlight profondo e tenero
sotto un albero di diffusione della castagna
candele che si rovesciano obliquamente in latte del pomodoro
come livellare cade
e come potreste sogno della riunione
vecchio vino da bere

 



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