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angel poem

he venido en el desierto porque mi alma es athirst
los pequeños rezos blancos
ciudad que no es una ciudad
suavemente ahora la luz del día
los he oído en la noche
poco parque que paso a través
veo todos los ingenios humanos
cuando voy de nuevo a la tierra
voy mi manera complacently
tengo gusto de ella
simplemente hablando

 



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