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non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
per potere vedere ogni lato di ogni domanda
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
morbido come la base nella terra
corsa alto-sopportata
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate

 



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