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rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred
come candela bianca
sole e vento e battimento del mare
ci è uno che quella i amava una volta così tanto
tempesta
stuff della luna
sono il vento che esita
fra le montagne ho vagato
le ombre delle navi
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
per veritĂ , per amore
la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
sotto un albero di diffusione della castagna

 



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