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suicide poem

soy el viento que duda
o justo y stately criada, que ojos
la música i oído con usted era más que música
soy fevered
cuando libertad de su altura de la montaña
puesto que he sentido el sentido de la muerte
como águilas en colmo ascendente
cuando los mar-vientos perforaron nuestras soledades
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano

 



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