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l'alba era verde mela
ci č una cittŕ, builded da nessuna mano
dal profondo e l'oscuritŕ
la gradisco
la nerezza
i poets dicono a
con il tramonto
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta

 



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