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romantic love poems

mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
los drowses pálidos del día en el occidental empapan
estoy parado en el tiempo gris frío
ella tiene un claro, loveliness viento-abrigado
paredes y enorme altos
claro de luna profundo y blando
era el otoño del año

 



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