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tristi sono che conoscono non l'amore
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
il rullo triste del tamburo desonorizzato ha battimento
serene di pomeriggio e luminoso verdi
li ha fatti mai vedono un coccodrillo
quando vado di nuovo a terra
non rimanga nient'altro
sono una donna
dicami non
se esso

 



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