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dal ponticello rude
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
glooms delle viv-quercie
sotto il foglio dusky dell'alloro
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
dialo
il più triste dell'anno
vivo dalla riva del fiume
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
vedrò stasera una stella
ascolti il mare suonante
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino
stuff della luna

 



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