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un pensiero dolce solenne
è ci qualcuno là
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
nella sfera
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
fino alla sua finestra dell'alloggiamento
del sole né stelle
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
fra le montagne ho vagato

 



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