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la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
con il tramonto
per ero un consigliere gaunt e grave
ascolti
conosco che cosa state andando dire
potremmo ma sapere
dal sud alla rottura del giorno
sono nell'amore con gli alti posti far-seeing
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
il bambino che ha gettato via il foglio dopo il foglio
sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare

 



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