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mother daughter poem

su pelo hermoso
ella era una belleza en los días
es verdad que usted dice que los dioses son más uso a usted que hadas
vi las nubes entre las colinas
en la obscuridad y la paz de mi cama final
de largo hace, en el claro de luna joven
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano
éstos sean
paredes y enorme altos
cuando voy de nuevo a la tierra
me pregunto donde usted vive

 



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