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della l'oscurità e pace nel mia base finale
fra le montagne ho vagato
piantiamo
lucida l'ultima età, il seguente con speranza è visto
ci situiamo
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
prenda i miei bracelets
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
stuff della luna
era non per quell'odore singolare
chi chiamerà il vento
non brucio incenso

 



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