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lascilo essere triste
lucida l'ultima età, il seguente con speranza è visto
basamento qui dal mio lato
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
ottanta anni hanno passato e più
una vita sull'onda dell'oceano
che cosa era esso i motori detti
moonlight profondo e tenero
dai prati ricchi con cereale

 



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