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era non per quell'odore singolare
morbido come la base nella terra
ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
la notte scorsa la luna piena ha posto un panno del bianco
in sua tenda custodita
provato nel glimmer nei vostri occhi
sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble

 



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