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ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
perchè così triste mio bello?
l'amore è stato cantato mille sensi
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
devo dire buona notte
il merriment infinito e insensato delle stelle
non ci è moltitudine, comunque guardato e teso
sono andato su e giù le vie
ho fatto una volta soltanto un voto, uno
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo

 



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