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quando ero si è rotto a Londra
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
dicami
dalla finestra un mare degli alberi verdi
per potere vedere ogni lato di ogni domanda
questi cuori sono stati tessuti delle gioie umane e cure

 



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