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el prado se arrastraba
en la obscuridad y la paz de mi cama final
la noche era negra y drear
debajo de la hoja oscura del laurel
amigo, que sonrisa ha venido ser
era muchas y mucho hace un año
aflíjase no para el invisible
simplemente hablando
déjeme moverse lentamente a través de la calle
cuando el viento trabaja contra nosotros en la obscuridad
una historia muy notable esto es

 



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