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ho visto con gli occhi aperti
fiori dei bambini
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
sono il vento che esita
forse č materia che avete morto
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente č stata mescolata
ora per una lotta attiva e cheerful
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma

 



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