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ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
alti pareti ed enorme
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars
la penso splendido giusto
o giusta e stately domestica, di cui occhi
da me indegno e sconosciuto
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta cosě tanto oro
il sole č in su
fino alla sua finestra dell'alloggiamento
le veritŕ terribili questi sono
ci situiamo
il mio amore allineare dal suo cuscino č aumentato
in pieno delle rotture

 



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