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para mí era concejal gaunt, grave
se hace el día
ahora que me he refrescado a usted
cuál deseo comentar
ese año
sol y viento y golpe del mar
y como caminamos la hierba fue revuelta débilmente
nosotros que estaban parados
un cielo que nunca ha sabido el sol, la luna o las estrellas
envuelva la tierra en tiempo nublado
en un viejo compartimiento se encendió suavemente
la nieve susurra sobre mí
las viejas canciones
por las mañanas nube-grises

 



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