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la mia anima č un campo arato scuro
la signora, il vostro cuore si č girata verso polvere
morbido come la base nella terra
dal sud alla rottura del giorno
per guardare tutto il giorno l'onda blu arricciarsi e rompersi
il mio dispiacere, quando č qui con me
ottanta anni hanno passato e piů
con il tramonto
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
prenda i miei bracelets
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
l'aria č piena l'alba del e la molla
sono andato su e giů le vie

 



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