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rosas y oro
todos se callan a lo largo del potomac
para venir tan pronto a esto imaginaba obscuridad
mientras que estaba parado escuchar, discreto mudo
hago mi cubierta, pero nadie sabe
usted es mi compañero
cortocircuito y dulce, y hemos venido al extremo de él
soy cansado de ser amargo y cansado de ser sabio
vi los archangels en mi manzana-a'rbol ayer por la noche
espléndido y terrible su amor
dondeyo encuéntrele
le detesté

 



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