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l'aria è come una farfalla
fate sentirsi
sonno, fratello grigio della morte
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
andato prima di noi
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
sono una donna
morbidamente piangendo
sono fevered
fra le montagne ho vagato
contro la fiamma verde dell'cratego-albero
quel compagno sconosciuto è venuto sul mescolareare i piedi
le vecchie canzoni

 



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