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e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
con il tramonto
conosco che cosa state andando dire
se fossi molto sicuro
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
sentite la pioggia?
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
amo rubare per un po'via
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
aranci di coglitura nubian blu-neri
è ci qualcuno là
cara moglie

 



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