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lost love poem

quanto selvaggio, come strega-come bizzarro che la vita dovrebbe essere
nella sfera
ascolti il mare suonante
quando venite stasera
nel vostro volo
questi sono
devo dire buona notte
rinnovi la visione di piacere
l'alba era verde mela
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
è spesso non così?
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano

 



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