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tenía un sueño y me desperté con él
es verdad que usted dice que los dioses son más uso a usted que hadas
los días melancólicos han venido
quizás
un pájaro cantó
he venido en el desierto porque mi alma es athirst
veré una estrella esta noche
quién es el corredor en los cielos
mi alma va revestida en cosas magníficas
para mí era concejal gaunt, grave
camino abajo de las trayectorias del jardín
todavía trece años

 



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