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ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
ottanta anni hanno passato e più
dal sud alla rottura del giorno
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
amico, di cui il sorriso è venuto essere
babylon -- dove vado sognare
veda, rinviano
tutti gli anni sfavorevoli
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole

 



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