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qué nosotros ahora hará
raza alto-llevada
no puedo sentir siempre su greatness
naranjas de desplume nubian azul-negras
tenía un sueño y me desperté con él
el aire es lleno de amanecer y de resorte
velas que derriban de lado en latas del tomate
mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
evidenciado en la luz tenue en sus ojos
ruédeme abajo por el prado
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
los días endeared a cada MUSE
antes del santo de bronce solemne

 



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