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o giusta e stately domestica, di cui occhi
per potere vedere ogni lato di ogni domanda
nei loro regimentals ragged
dal puntello, dal mare
una volta questo tappeto erboso molle
riempio questa tazza
lascili pity coloro di che sia migliore fuori che noi sono
siete vivi?
morbido come la base nella terra

 



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