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no hay multitud, no obstante está mirado y tendido
era un oysterman joven alto
cuando el viento trabaja contra nosotros en la obscuridad
soy cansado de ser amargo y cansado de ser sabio
compuesto de loveliness solamente
algunos de los daños que usted ha curado

 



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