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ottanta anni hanno passato e più
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
conosco non dove
per ero un consigliere gaunt e grave
da solo
in pieno delle rotture
ma alas, sogni giusti
è allineare che dite che i dii sono più uso a voi che i fairies
benchè sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
mi chiedono dove sono stato
con il tramonto
e come potreste sogno della riunione
le stelle sono caduto da cielo

 



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