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happy birthday poem

fui arriba y abajo de las calles
veo todos los ingenios humanos
oscuro-eyed
noche misteriosa
melancolía, azul era
no hay multitud, no obstante está mirado y tendido
para la verdad, para el amor
si el asesino rojo piensa él mata
he echado el mundo
era una diosa ere el mármol me encontró
¡bajo!' tis a la noche de la gala
antes del santo de bronce solemne

 



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