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quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
è ci qualcuno là
malinconia, azzurro era
pharaoh, re della terra dell'egitto
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
braided e tessuto
all'alba, ha detto
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
sotto la luna della raccolta
lucida l'ultima età, il seguente con speranza è visto
il cielo
che cosa io devono voi
fra le montagne ho vagato

 



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