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non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta cos tanto oro
gli archi del ponticello rosso
scattando in su, cadendo
una foschia stava guidando gi
lucida l'ultima et, il seguente con speranza visto
malinconia, azzurro era
una parola di volo di qui e l
a che cosa una donna la paragoner cara
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala
il dolce con il fern ed aumentato

 



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