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mi madre me trenza las rosas mojadas con rocío
burly, humilde-abeja el dormitar
ruidos que se esfuerzan rasgarse
como ella
puesto que he sentido el sentido de la muerte
claro de luna profundo y blando
gaily a través de los campos bailamos
en un viejo compartimiento se encendió suavemente
los días endeared a cada MUSE
los poetas dicen
aunque repine del amor, y rozadura de la razón
arqueó la inundación
dios

 



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