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materia de la luna
era una diosa ere el mármol me encontró
no sea falso
el pequeño lamentable, usado, caras el reír
tengo gusto de ella
splendor dulce
tristemente hablando
la noche era negra y drear
ido antes de nosotros
nosotros que estaban parados
cómo es salvaje, cómo bruja-como extraño que la vida debe ser
ella debe ir detrás, ella dijo
serene de la tarde y brillante verdes

 



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