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fra le montagne ho vagato
perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte
come come le stelle è questo il bianco, facce nameless
ancora il suo gray oscilla la torretta sopra il mare
tristemente parlando
ciò è l'arsenale
vecchio vino da bere
amilo in fine, o se non
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
le stelle sono caduto da cielo
passato inesorabile di thou
semplicemente parlando

 



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