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ha scoppiato il vino feroce
la neve bisbiglia circa me
forse è materia che avete morto
benchè sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
non giri la vostra testa
sole e vento e battimento del mare
deve andare indietro, ha detto
poco parco che attraverso
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
il padrone dei destini umani sono io

 



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