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lo ho visto una volta prima
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
e come potreste sogno della riunione
sono stancare di essere amaro e stancare di essere saggio
come lui di chi spirito nella fiammata del mezzogiorno
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
ottanta anni hanno passato e piů
tristemente parlando
ci era un momento durante gli anni precedenti
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima č athirst

 



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