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i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
facce belle e tragical
conosco che cosa state andando dire
ad alcuno i dii grassi
come io aiuti alla destra il mondo che sta andando male
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tè
sotto la luna della raccolta
dove io trovili
hanno gettato una pietra, voi hanno gettato una pietra
aranci di coglitura nubian blu-neri

 



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