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amico, di cui il sorriso è venuto essere
così caduto
ha detto
la sua faccia è giusta e liscia e fine
sposti la terra in tempo nuvoloso
in sua tenda custodita
mi domando dove vivete
il corpo può limitare
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tè
con di anima dei labbri colore rosso e cuore della pietra
nel vostro volo
ho visto le nubi fra le colline
nobility della morte ancora
non giri la vostra testa

 



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