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quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
il bambino che ha gettato via il foglio dopo il foglio
l'aria č piena l'alba del e la molla
perchč
sono il vento che esita
perchč allora, il mosto noi vede?
tramite il seno facente male della vasta terra
nelle mattine nube-grige
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
travails della terra
che probabilitŕ spiteful ruba i unawares
conosco che cosa state andando dire
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous

 



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