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molto bene, voi liberali
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
contro la fiamma verde dell'cratego-albero
nel gather di nerezza e chiedono
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
vecchio vino da bere
dal profondo e l'oscurità
amavo una donna
sopra-avevo preparato l'evento
del sole né stelle
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
sono vecchio e cieco
una tempesta sta guidando sulla marea

 



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