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la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
dice a di buoni vecchi periodi
lasci il unsaid bello di parole
indietro, giri indietro
come un uomo nudo io va
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
le preghiere bianche piccole
nel vostro volo

 



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