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ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
quando ero si è rotto a Londra
forse
potremmo ma sapere
fiori dei bambini
era non per quell'odore singolare
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
amilo in fine, o se non
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
è ci qualcuno là
lungo una riva del fiume
nobility della morte ancora
ancora tredici anni

 



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