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la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino
uno con voi
quel compagno sconosciuto č venuto sul mescolareare i piedi
cantili ancora alla canzone cantati
quegli occhi neri i una volta cosě elogiato
migliori che il granito
sopra-avevo preparato l'evento
desolato e solo
ottanta anni hanno passato e piů
da me indegno e sconosciuto
il sole č in su
dice a di buoni vecchi periodi

 



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