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baby poem

melancolía, azul era
en y encendido
un pensamiento dulce solemne
nosotros que estaban parados
en pasillos del sueño usted vagó cerca
cántele otra vez a canción cantado
dentro de mi mano sostengo
no puedo ahora decirle
tenía un sueño y me desperté con él
porqué entonces, la necesidad nosotros ve?
se hace el día
dentro de este sepulcro humilde un conqueror miente

 



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