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mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
una tempesta sta guidando sulla marea
corsa alto-sopportata
le tonalità della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
là dalla finestra nella vecchia casa
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino

 



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