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così caduto
sotto il foglio dusky dell'alloro
lasci il unsaid bello di parole
il più triste dell'anno
città che non è una città
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
nel gather di nerezza e chiedono
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
rinnovi la visione di piacere
quando venite stasera

 



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