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come livellare cade
risiedo alla montagna della tabella
quando ero si è rotto a Londra
rumori che si sforzano strapparsi
pensieri tramite la mia testa
o giusta e stately domestica, di cui occhi
sono vecchio e cieco
metà di piaceri e palazzi benchè possiamo vagare
forse è materia che avete morto
l'alba era verde mela
li ho detestati

 



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