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grandma poem

era el otoño del año
ésta es la nave de la perla
levantado de los muertos
tres días los oí afligirse cuando pongo absolutamente
suavemente llorando
porqué entonces, la necesidad nosotros ve?
con la puesta del sol
hay aumentos para todas nuestras pérdidas
musing, entre la puesta del sol y la obscuridad
llevo a cabo su corazón

 



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