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en sus regimentals desiguales
rosas y oro
aflíjase no para el invisible
nosotros que estaban parados
paredes y enorme altos
mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
en pueda
estaba parado
mejore que el granito
algún se quejó al amo
él incluso tendría su broma
y mi nombre es veraz
en alguna parte leí un cuento extraño, viejo, oxidado

 



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