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quell'anno
all'interno della mia mano tengo
fiori dei bambini
desolato e solo
i poets dicono a
il merriment infinito e insensato delle stelle
mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
alti pareti ed enorme
corsa alto-sopportata

 



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