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puesto que he sentido el sentido de la muerte
flores de bebés
y cómo podría usted sueño de la reunión
escuche
dice de buenas viejas épocas
paredes y enorme altos
en el frunce de la oscuridad y piden
tenemos ninguna vergüenza?
porqué son las cosas que no tienen ninguna muerte
muy bien, usted liberales
qué yo le deben
hace usted no oír

 



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