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estoy parado en el tiempo gris frío
qué nosotros ahora hará
velas que derriban de lado en latas del tomate
nuestros momentos agradables vuelan
no hay escape al lado del río
pienso a menudo en la ciudad hermosa
como vela blanca
en y encendido
los drowses pálidos del día en el occidental empapan
en su tienda guardada
suavemente llorando

 



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