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le canzoni antiche
mi sono levato in piedi
glooms delle viv-quercie
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
nel porto di nuovo York
un'ombra grigia sottile sul bordo di pensiero
siete svegli?
quindi non posso
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?

 



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