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ho visto le nubi fra le colline
il prato stava strisciando
una vita sull'onda dell'oceano
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
sopra il fiume beckon a me
quegli occhi neri i una volta così elogiato
andato prima di noi
siete svegli?
morbido come la base nella terra
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
ciò è l'arsenale

 



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