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grandma poem

nunca sabía que la tierra tenía tanto oro
veo todos los ingenios humanos
mi hijo es muerto y soy persiana que va
por la orilla, por el mar
el amor se ha cantado mil maneras
mi alma es un campo arado oscuro
apenas ahora
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