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sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
ho conosciuto il silenzio delle stelle e del mare
sto morendo
che cosa io devono voi
un'ombra grigia sottile sul bordo di pensiero
il fratello, sono fuoco
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
tramite il seno facente male della vasta terra

 



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