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no puedo sentir siempre su greatness
debajo de la luna de la cosecha
para arropar el pensamiento ardiente
de nuestros lugares ocultados
el aire es como una mariposa
y como caminamos la hierba fue revuelta débilmente
un pájaro cantó

 



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