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quando ero si rotto a Londra
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars
dal ponticello rude
bench repine di amore e strofinio di motivo
non dal mondo largo di tutto
quel compagno sconosciuto venuto sul mescolareare i piedi
bello
morbidamente ora la luce del giorno
sopra il fiume beckon a me
figlie di tempo
e pane del breaketh non di pi
siete chiari

 



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