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chi chiamerà il vento
il sole è in su
sotto la luna della raccolta
noi che si sono levati in piedi
le tonalità della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
behold me, in miei chiffon, garza e canutiglia
all'interno della mia mano tengo
mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano

 



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