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flores de bebés
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano
la luz retirada
bucks negros gordos en un cuarto del vino-barril
pienso a menudo en la ciudad hermosa
dentro de mi mano sostengo
qué ocasión spiteful roba unawares
si muero, piense solamente esto en mí
muy bien, usted liberales
como baja el igualar
nobleza de la muerte otra vez
cuando los mar-vientos perforaron nuestras soledades
no cuelgue ninguna guirnalda

 



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