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nei numeri mournful
ottanta anni hanno passato e piů
siete chiari
ad alcuno i dii grassi
sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
ho fatto una pausa la stoffa per tendine aperta
basamento qui dal mio lato
dialo
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
pharaoh, re della terra dell'egitto
non brucio incenso
tramite il seno facente male della vasta terra

 



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