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non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
lucida l'ultima età, il seguente con speranza è visto
o giusta e stately domestica, di cui occhi
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle

 



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