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son poem

ombre alate che scopano vicino
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta cosě tanto oro
tramite il seno facente male della vasta terra
fate sentirsi
ancora il suo gray oscilla la torretta sopra il mare
sopra il fiume, sulla collina
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
lascilo muoversi lentamente tramite la via
da solo
riassunto su una notte di volo
senza sosta

 



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