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poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
non brucio incenso
come le aquile sul high alto
era una bellezza nei giorni
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tè
le ombre delle navi
quando il vento funziona contro di noi nell'oscurità
fra le montagne ho vagato
è aumentato e l'ambra era il tramonto sul fiume

 



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