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dondeyo encuéntrele
mi alma es un campo arado oscuro
deje el unsaid encantador de las palabras
la noche es oscura, y los vientos del invierno
no permanezca no más
antes del santo de bronce solemne
cántele otra vez a canción cantado
tenemos ninguna vergüenza?
mi hijo es muerto y soy persiana que va
cuando era adaptó Londres
behold yo, en mi chiffon, gasa y malla
venido abajo en el amanecer de las colinas windless
le hizo ven siempre un cocodrilo

 



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