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le verità terribili questi sono
corsa alto-sopportata
li ha fatti mai sentono parlare
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
noi che si sono levati in piedi
riempio questa tazza
che cosa noi ora farà
non sia arrabbiato con me
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre

 



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