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ora
e con l'uccello di ronzio
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
eliminazione, lottante vainly
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
e come potreste sogno della riunione
era l'autunno dell'anno
con di anima dei labbri colore rosso e cuore della pietra
sotto il timone del guerriero
sonno, fratello grigio della morte
buona donna
vado il mio senso complacently

 



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