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no éramos muchos
a lo largo de una orilla
resido en la montaña de la tabla
porqué lo haga
cuando los mar-vientos perforaron nuestras soledades
oscuro-eyed
vi la primera pera
soy el viento que duda
fuera del profundo y de la obscuridad
cuando voy de nuevo a la tierra
ella estalló el vino feroz
hermano, soy fuego
dice de buenas viejas épocas
ochenta años han pasado, y más

 



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