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o giusta e stately domestica, di cui occhi
andato prima di noi
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
il merriment infinito e insensato delle stelle
non appenda corona
cane dal percalle ed il gatto del calicň
impaurito nient'altro, dico
per allora senza
quando il velare dagli occhi č alzato
ha scoppiato il vino feroce

 



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