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sad poem

era el otoño del año
sobre el río hacen señas a mí
usted recuerda
flores de bebés
estoy muriendo
una palabra del vuelo de aquí y allí
veo todos los ingenios humanos
la noche era negra y drear
ahora para una lucha enérgica y alegre

 



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