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non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
osservare di là
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
ho visto con gli occhi aperti
esistere dello swan
ancora tredici anni
quando libertà dalla sua altezza della montagna
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
nella sfera
sole e vento e battimento del mare

 



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