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fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
risiedo alla montagna della tabella
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
sotto il timone del guerriero
ho visto che il dio voi lo dubita?
la fragranza è venuto
ottanta anni hanno passato e più
per guardare tutto il giorno l'onda blu arricciarsi e rompersi
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
alcuni giorni più ventosi
fate sentirsi

 



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