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conosco non dove
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
fate sentirsi
una parola di volo di qui e là
sto morendo
quando ho esaminato i vostri occhi
siete svegli?
una foschia stava guidando giù
alti pareti ed enorme
musing, fra il tramonto e l'oscurità
mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura

 



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