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pensieri tramite la mia testa
benchè sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
il mio dispiacere, quando è qui con me
forse è materia che avete morto
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala
riempio questa tazza
faccialo rotare giù dal prato
figlie di tempo
alti pareti ed enorme
con di anima dei labbri colore rosso e cuore della pietra
mescolisi
serene di pomeriggio e luminoso verdi

 



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