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ho visto i archangels nel mio mela-albero la notte scorsa
le stelle sono caduto da cielo
una volta questo tappeto erboso molle
pensieri tramite la mia testa
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
sotto la luna della raccolta
tutti si acquietano lungo il potomac
mi chiedono dove sono stato
al lato di un campo raso
sono andato su e giů le vie
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly

 



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