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che cosa noi ora farà
tramite il seno facente male della vasta terra
il mio dispiacere, quando è qui con me
del sole né stelle
in settembre
ho fatto una pausa la stoffa per tendine aperta
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
morbido come la base nella terra
travails della terra
dal mare scintillante
ascolti il mare suonante
dalla finestra un mare degli alberi verdi

 



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