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ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tč
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
e cosě va
dal puntello, dal mare
forse
ho fatto una volta soltanto un voto, uno
semplicemente parlando
il fratello, sono fuoco
il piů triste dell'anno

 



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