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dialo
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
non posso ora dirvi
sopra il fiume beckon a me
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
dove io trovili
ho visto con gli occhi aperti
senza sosta

 



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