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un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta
il cielo
andato prima di noi
impaurito nient'altro, dico
quale si conservare
volontà glimmer sul mare?
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
chi chiamerà il vento
con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente
desolato e solo
circa ha sporto querela al padrone
sono andato su e giù le vie
non giri la vostra testa

 



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