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mi chiedono dove sono stato
per ero un consigliere gaunt e grave
persino avrebbe suo scherzo
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
dice a di buoni vecchi periodi
tramite il seno facente male della vasta terra
ho detto
le tonalitĂ  della notte stavano cadendo velocemente

 



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