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le preghiere bianche piccole
quando ho esaminato i vostri occhi
ascolti il mare suonante
siete chiari
che cosa era esso i motori detti
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
mi sono levato in piedi
dove io trovili
il prato stava strisciando
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino
perchč cosě triste mio bello?

 



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