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no hay presa yo de pensamientos pobres
el elevar, como el viento sopló
porqué tan es triste mi encantador?
las verdades tremendas éstos sean
poco parque que paso a través
arrojé mi alma al aire como un vuelo del halcón
déjeme ser triste
estoy muriendo
me preguntan donde he estado
debajo de mi ventana en una calle de la ciudad
pharaoh, rey de la tierra de Egipto
apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves
simplicidad
el eliminar, luchando vainly

 



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