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se fossi molto sicuro
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
amo rubare per un po'via
lucida l'ultima età, il seguente con speranza è visto
come lui di chi spirito nella fiammata del mezzogiorno
lungo una riva del fiume
tutti gli anni sfavorevoli
ed ancora hanno camminato sopra
ho visto che il dio voi lo dubita?
tristemente parlando
uno con voi

 



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