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si muero, piense solamente esto en mí
rosas y oro
qué yo le deben
es verdad que usted dice que los dioses son más uso a usted que hadas
debajo de la luna de la cosecha
ella puede ser que lo haya sabido en el resorte anterior
el cuerpo puede confinar
el niño que lanzó lejos la hoja después de la hoja
aunque soy poco como todas las pequeñas cosas
los he oído en la noche
levantado de los muertos
se van los tres, esas hermanas raras

 



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