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sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tè
la canzone e sogno da per andato mai
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte
non ci è moltitudine, comunque guardato e teso
i drowses pallidi di giorno sull'occidentale bagnano
in pieno delle rotture
la nerezza rotola verso l'alto
dove io trovili
non rimanga nient'altro
poco cancello è stato raggiunto in fine
e con l'uccello di ronzio

 



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