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bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
poco parco che attraverso
della l'oscuritŕ e pace nel mia base finale
la notte era nera e drear
nel gather di nerezza e chiedono
quando ho rinviato al tramonto
malinconia, azzurro era
siete svegli?
quell'anno
forse
ho detto
sotto la luna della raccolta
penso spesso alla cittŕ bella
sono andato su e giů le vie

 



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