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amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
amo rubare per un po'via
la signora, il vostro cuore si è girata verso polvere
la notte è scura ed i venti di inverno
serene di pomeriggio e luminoso verdi
questi sono
vi ricordate di
deve andare indietro, ha detto
siete svegli?
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui

 



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