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mi sono levato in piedi
poco parco che attraverso
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
era una bellezza nei giorni
addolorisi non per l'invisibile
non prego per pace
esistere dello swan
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
in corridoi di sonno avete vagato vicino
corsa alto-sopportata
semplicemente parlando
tranquillamente, con il reverance, nel awe

 



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