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in settembre
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
che probabilitĂ  spiteful ruba i unawares
una volta questo tappeto erboso molle
quando un atto è fatto per la libertà
dalla finestra un mare degli alberi verdi
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine

 



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