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cuando las horas del día se numeran
el niño que lanzó lejos la hoja después de la hoja
el aire es lleno de amanecer y de resorte
porqué lo haga
soy el viento que duda
porqué entonces, la necesidad nosotros ve?
a través del pecho de dolor de la amplia tierra
por las mañanas nube-grises
ahora que me he refrescado a usted
travails de la tierra
qué ocasión spiteful roba unawares
sé lo que usted va a decir
mi alma va revestida en cosas magníficas

 



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