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¡bajo!' tis a la noche de la gala
en la obscuridad y la paz de mi cama final
claro de luna profundo y blando
tres días los oí afligirse cuando pongo absolutamente
el dulce con el fern y se levantó
es verdad que usted dice que los dioses son más uso a usted que hadas
disparando para arriba, cayendo abajo
las naves están mintiendo en la bahía
ciudad que no es una ciudad

 



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