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Ardono i seminati,scricchiola il grano,insetti azzurri cercano ombra,toccano il fresco.E a serasalgono mille stelle frescheverso il cielo cupo.Son lucciole vagabonde.Crepita senza bruciarela notte dell'estate. Pablo Neruda
Beyond Neptune
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