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sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tč
sopra-avevo preparato l'evento
lascili pity coloro di che sia migliore fuori che noi sono
č ci qualcuno lŕ
ho visto la prima pera
chi ama la pioggia
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
qui cade nessuna luce
sole e vento e battimento del mare
se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me
un pensiero dolce solenne

 



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