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mi amor verdadero de su almohadilla se levantó
flores de bebés
la hija, arte del thou viene morir
y va tan
en el amanecer, él dijo
en septiembre
no permanezca no más
he ganado la raza
aunque soy poco como todas las pequeñas cosas
ahora mientras que están viviendo mis labios

 



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