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sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta cosě tanto oro
short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso
fiori dei bambini
la nerezza
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
ad alcuno i dii grassi
volontŕ glimmer sul mare?
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
benchč sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole

 



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