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ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
alcuni giorni più ventosi
figlie di tempo
quando ero si è rotto a Londra
metà di piaceri e palazzi benchè possiamo vagare
come livellare cade
quando vado di nuovo a terra
travails della terra
quando un atto è fatto per la libertà
è andato
era un oysterman giovane alto
cane dal percalle ed il gatto del calicò
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo

 



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