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la notte è scura ed i venti di inverno
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
la luce ritirata
per potere vedere ogni lato di ogni domanda
perchè facciali sempre basamento là che rabbrividisce
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tè
dal ponticello rude

 



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