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all'alba, ha detto
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
due file dei cavoli
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
riempio questa tazza
ascolti il mare suonante
quando vado di nuovo a terra
la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
hanno avuti lui e la i ma venuto a contatto di
il giorno è fatto
una storia molto notevole questo è

 



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