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african american poetry

mi dolor, cuando ella está aquí con mí
la señora, su corazón ha dado vuelta al polvo
los días endeared a cada MUSE
nunca en toda mi vida
he oído que cierta princesa
los cielos que eran ashen y sobrio
mundo que cambia bajo mi mano
el viejo oeste, el viejo tiempo
raza alto-llevada
disparando para arriba, cayendo abajo
hay una hora del resto pacífico
cuando libertad de su altura de la montaña

 



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