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debajo del timón del guerrero
por la orilla, por el mar
usted es mi compañero
está a menudo no tan?
el pasar a través de las paredes amontonadas y feas
a lo largo de una orilla
esos ojos negros i elogiado una vez tan
suavemente llorando
fuera del profundo y de la obscuridad
mi alma va revestida en cosas magníficas
mientras que estaba parado escuchar, discreto mudo
tres días los oí afligirse cuando pongo absolutamente
quién ama la lluvia

 



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