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había un strangeness en sus labios
no puedo sentir siempre su greatness
se hace el día
buena mujer
mejore que el granito
cuando la noche mandila a lo largo de las calles de la ciudad
compuesto de loveliness solamente
en números mournful
la noche era negra y drear
entre el humo y la niebla de una tarde de diciembre
nosotros que estaban parados
déme el hambre

 



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