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quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
senza sosta
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente stata mescolata
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
disprezzo i miei amici pi di voi
non prego per pace
non ci fuga dal fiume
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta cos tanto oro
mai in tutta la mia vita
glass-blower di tempo
fate non sentirsi
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia

 



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