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funeral poem

cuando las horas del día se numeran
cuando la noche mandila a lo largo de las calles de la ciudad
esposa querida
estoy parado en el tiempo gris frío
cuando voy de nuevo a la tierra
poca puerta fue alcanzada en el último
cuando volví en la puesta del sol
un pensamiento dulce solemne
sacudaro mi pelo en el viento de la mañana
los he oído en la noche
contra la llama verde del espino-a'rbol

 



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