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ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
non posso ora dirvi
le ombre delle navi
per verità, per amore
nel porto di nuovo York
della l'oscurità e pace nel mia base finale
era una bellezza nei giorni
quando vado di nuovo a terra
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
glooms delle viv-quercie
andato prima di noi

 



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