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el sol caminó abajo de su trono de oro
hay tres maneras de las cuales los hombres toman
era un oysterman joven alto
camino abajo de las trayectorias del jardín
el misterio más oscuro, más extrańo
aunque soy poco como todas las pequeńas cosas
esos ojos negros i elogiado una vez tan
simplicidad
tome mis pulseras
por la orilla, por el mar
por lo tanto no puedo
no sea falso
cuando la noche mandila a lo largo de las calles de la ciudad

 



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