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en la esfera
para entonces fuera
éste es el arsenal
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano
ochenta años han pasado, y más
arrojé mi alma al aire como un vuelo del halcón
vivido por la orilla
vi los archangels en mi manzana-a'rbol ayer por la noche
estos corazones fueron tejidos de alegrías y de cuidados humanos
su pelo hermoso
pero no puedo ahora leerle

 



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