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ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
ora
i giorni malinconici sono venuto
buona donna
la musica i si è sentita con voi era più della musica
uno per uno, come va da un albero
li ho detestati
la gradisco
della l'oscurità e pace nel mia base finale
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano
candele che si rovesciano obliquamente in latte del pomodoro
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia

 



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