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sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
ha una radura, loveliness vento-riparato
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
riempio questa tazza
dicami
i corridoi di marmo resounding lunghi
nei numeri mournful
li ho detestati

 



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