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uccelli contro il vento di aprile
molto bene, voi liberali
osservi fuori sulle stelle, il mio amore
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta
travails della terra
la luna aumentante ha nascosto le stelle
nel porto di nuovo York
abbiamo nessuno shame?
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
da solo
risiedo alla montagna della tabella
perchč allora, il mosto noi vede?

 



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