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mi dolor, cuando ella está aquí con mí
es usted vivo?
mientras que estaba parado escuchar, discreto mudo
para la verdad, para el amor
en sus brazos estaba el placer inmóvil
no hay presa yo de pensamientos pobres
porqué tan es triste mi encantador?
disparando para arriba, cayendo abajo
una sombra gris fina en el borde del pensamiento
brilla la edad pasada, el siguiente con esperanza se ve
el prado se arrastraba

 



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