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che cosa era esso i motori detti
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
siete il mio compagno
o giusta e stately domestica, di cui occhi
riassunto su una notte di volo
piantiamo
che cosa noi ora farŕ
i loro capelli bei
sposti la terra in tempo nuvoloso
moonlight profondo e tenero

 



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