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como va un hombre desnudo yo
naranjas de desplume nubian azul-negras
el sol está para arriba
un cielo que nunca ha sabido el sol, la luna o las estrellas
ciudad que no es una ciudad
los días melancólicos han venido
un pensamiento dulce solemne
ella puede ser que lo haya sabido en el resorte anterior
qué ocasión spiteful roba unawares
soy cansado de ser amargo y cansado de ser sabio
el pasar a través de las paredes amontonadas y feas
sobre ellas todas, mirando abajo
vi la primera pera
y con el pájaro del tarareo

 



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