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non ci č moltitudine, comunque guardato e teso
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
ancora tredici anni
amavo una donna
quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della cittŕ
dato che, se faceste una pausa oggi il mio lato
in possa
era un oysterman giovane alto

 



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