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father poem

ámeme en el último, o si usted no
el amo de destinos humanos es yo
mire hacia fuera sobre las estrellas, mi amor
poca puerta fue alcanzada en el último
para venir tan pronto a esto imaginaba obscuridad
el prado se arrastraba
puesto que he sentido el sentido de la muerte
burly, humilde-abeja el dormitar
el movimiento de su cuerpo es como música
sol y viento y golpe del mar

 



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