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tutti quei tesori che si trovano
il bambino che ha gettato via il foglio dopo il foglio
la gradisco
le ombre delle navi
chi ama la pioggia
le tonalit della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
behold me, in miei chiffon, garza e canutiglia
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
nella terra silenziosa
a volte mi domando se realmente allineare

 



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