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entre el humo y la niebla de una tarde de diciembre
he oído que cierta princesa
el pasar a través de las paredes amontonadas y feas
él vino tomarme por la mano
ahora para una lucha enérgica y alegre
qué ocasión spiteful roba unawares
no ruego para la paz
amo mi hora del viento y de la luz
si había sabido el estrecho una prisión es amor
soy cansado de ser amargo y cansado de ser sabio
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano

 



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