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el rodillo triste del tambor amortiguado tiene golpe
como águilas en colmo ascendente
tengo gusto de ella
apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves
o justo y stately criada, que ojos
ese año
los drowses pálidos del día en el occidental empapan
pero alas, sueños justos
el movimiento de su cuerpo es como mĂşsica
nobleza de la muerte otra vez
porqué entonces, la necesidad nosotros ve?
el olor del se levantĂł tan falso, las espinas tan verdades
plantemos
sobre los tejados compita con las sombras de nubes

 



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