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ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
da me indegno e sconosciuto
in qualche luogo ho letto un racconto sconosciuto, vecchio, arrugginito
un pensiero dolce solenne
quando libertà dalla sua altezza della montagna
parla non bene
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
le verità terribili questi sono
era non per quell'odore singolare

 



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