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che cosa era esso i motori detti
ho visto i archangels nel mio mela-albero la notte scorsa
quell'anno
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me
ho avuto un timore nella mia vita
la neve bisbiglia circa me
da solo
quando venite stasera
tutti si acquietano lungo il potomac
in settembre
contro la fiamma verde dell'cratego-albero
ho visto la prima pera
la notte č scura ed i venti di inverno
dal pavimento al soffitto

 



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