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nature poem

quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
semplicemente parlando
città che non è una città
era una bellezza nei giorni
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
come un uomo nudo io va
scattando in su, cadendo
alla mezzanotte
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
eliminazione, lottante vainly
contro la fiamma verde dell'cratego-albero
la canzone e sogno da per andato mai

 



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