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penso spesso alla cittŕ bella
dove io trovili
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
morbido come la base nella terra
sonno, fratello grigio della morte
truely
che cosa era esso i motori detti
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
siete bei e sbiaditi
ha detto

 



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