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li prevedo
è andato
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
li ho sentiti nella notte
in qualche luogo ho letto un racconto sconosciuto, vecchio, arrugginito
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
ottanta anni hanno passato e più
i giorni endeared ad ogni MUSE
era una bellezza nei giorni
composto del loveliness da solo
malinconia, azzurro era
ultima mezzanotte
che cosa era esso i motori detti

 



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