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baby poem

sueño, hermano gris de la muerte
cuando voy de nuevo a la tierra
ochenta años han pasado, y más
placeres mediados de y palacios aunque podemos vagar
la luz retirada
ella oyó a niños el jugar en el sol
por completo de rasgones
aunque repine del amor, y rozadura de la razón

 



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