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se van los tres, esas hermanas raras
no puedo ahora decirle
en septiembre
fuera de la ventana un mar de árboles verdes
le estoy cantando
nunca sabía que la tierra tenía tanto oro
podríamos sino saber
cómo es salvaje, cómo bruja-como extraño que la vida debe ser
apenas ahora
no ruego para la paz
los cielos que eran ashen y sobrio
arqueó la inundación

 



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