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ho visto le nubi fra le colline
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino
penso spesso alla città bella
che cosa era esso i motori detti
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
braided e tessuto
lucida l'ultima età, il seguente con speranza è visto
dicami più di meno o dicami di più
a volte mi domando se è realmente allineare

 



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