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di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della cittŕ
perchč sono le cose che non hanno morte
dai nostri posti nascosti
nelle mattine nube-grige
sole e vento e battimento del mare
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
quando ho rinviato al tramonto

 



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