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hay cualquiera allí
resido en la montaña de la tabla
la fragancia vino
poca puerta fue alcanzada en el último
la luz retirada
haga a muchachos y las muchachas todavía van
la nieve susurra sobre mí
las sombras ponen a lo largo de broadway
cómo es salvaje, cómo bruja-como extraño que la vida debe ser
pasado implacable del thou
los cielos que eran ashen y sobrio
mi madre me enseñó que cada noche

 



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