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grandmother poem

todavía su gris oscila la torre sobre el mar
es verdad que usted dice que los dioses son más uso a usted que hadas
vea, ellos vuelven
aquí cae ninguna luz
las sombras de las naves
dice de buenas viejas épocas
he visto las estrellas más orgullosas
simplicidad
ella debe ir detrás, ella dijo
revuelva

 



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