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il mio dispiacere, quando è qui con me
se avessi saputo lo stretto una prigione è amore
forse è materia che avete morto
non ci è moltitudine, comunque guardato e teso
in corridoi di sonno avete vagato vicino
perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me

 



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