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sympathy poem

no éramos muchos
cuál deseo comentar
fuera de mí indigno y desconocido
cuando era un muchacho en la universidad
el sol caminó abajo de su trono de oro
nunca sabía que la tierra tenía tanto oro
en números mournful
tres días los oí afligirse cuando pongo absolutamente
suavemente ahora la luz del día

 



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