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mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
al lato di un campo raso
ci č uno che quella i amava una volta cosě tanto
tristi sono che conoscono non l'amore
il giorno č fatto
tramite il seno facente male della vasta terra
dal ponticello rude
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
sono vecchio e cieco
sono andato su e giů le vie

 



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