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ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
nel vostro volo
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia
perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte
oscillato nella culla del profondo
impaurito nient'altro, dico
la notte scorsa la luna piena ha posto un panno del bianco
non appenda corona
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
la luce ritirata
ora per una lotta attiva e cheerful
cara moglie

 



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