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cuando un hecho se hace para la libertad
no hay presa yo de pensamientos pobres
plantemos
hombre frío severo
cómo como las estrellas es este el blanco, las caras sin nombre
una pluma del acero
como él de quién alcohol en el resplandor del mediodía
paredes y enorme altos
algunos días más ventosos
con alegría y maravilla
o justo y stately criada, que ojos
las verdades tremendas éstos sean
truely

 



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