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(VI) waterIt sings the evening rustle the butterfly that sways between banks surrendered to the roots of a sleeping willow that drags downstream great ships dead absences of a tatty chestnut tree against time that won't give in drowned in a sea that no-one knows made only of two teardrops from the sky and bits of nothing Guido Comin PoetaMatusèl |
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