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aunque soy poco como todas las pequeñas cosas
es verdad que usted dice que los dioses son más uso a usted que hadas
todavía su gris oscila la torre sobre el mar
veré una estrella esta noche
había un strangeness en sus labios
una vez este césped suave
como él de quién alcohol en el resplandor del mediodía
usted recuerda

 



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