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questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
dove io trovili
che probabilità spiteful ruba i unawares
penso spesso alla città bella
dal pavimento al soffitto
là dalla finestra nella vecchia casa
le stelle sono caduto da cielo
una pesca piccola nel frutteto si è sviluppata

 



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