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ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
osservi fuori sulle stelle, il mio amore
sopra il fiume beckon a me
come un uomo nudo io va
quell'anno
le verità terribili questi sono
ottanta anni hanno passato e più
ultima mezzanotte
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
lo ho visto una volta prima

 



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