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una parola di volo di qui e lŕ
come le aquile sul high alto
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
una penna di acciaio
veda lo sperimentale
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
č aumentato e l'ambra era il tramonto sul fiume
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
molto bene, voi liberali
li ho sentiti nella notte

 



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