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per guardare tutto il giorno l'onda blu arricciarsi e rompersi
ho visto la prima pera
mi chiedono dove sono stato
quale desidero rilevare
composto del loveliness da solo
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo
quegli occhi neri i una volta così elogiato
glass-blower di tempo
dai nostri posti nascosti
ed ancora hanno camminato sopra
non rimanga nient'altro
qui cade nessuna luce

 



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