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nelle mattine nube-grige
babylon -- dove vado sognare
mescolisi
nobility della morte ancora
come esso
sposti la terra in tempo nuvoloso
sto cantando voi
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
è spesso non così?
lucida l'ultima età, il seguente con speranza è visto
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
osservi fuori sulle stelle, il mio amore
potremmo ma sapere

 



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