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el misterio más oscuro, más extraño
tristes son que saben no amor
el sol está para arriba
estoy en amor con los altos lugares far-seeing
pero no puedo ahora leerle
en y encendido
a alguno los dioses gordos
cuál era él los motores dichos
hasta su ventana del compartimiento
todos esos tesoros que mienten
el pequeño lamentable, usado, caras el reír
levantado de los muertos
como vela blanca

 



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