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fra le montagne ho vagato
sono una donna
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala
era molte e molto un anno fa
indietro, giri indietro
ci è un paese in pieno di vino
così perso
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
ho fatto una pausa la stoffa per tendine aperta
così caduto
una volta questo tappeto erboso molle
il mio amore allineare dal suo cuscino è aumentato
lungo una riva del fiume
candele che si rovesciano obliquamente in latte del pomodoro

 



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