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good bye poem

el aire es lleno de amanecer y de resorte
vea, de esta falsificación de él
lo van
a alguno los dioses gordos
lanzaron una piedra, usted lanzaron una piedra
aquí miente una señora más hermosa
éste es el arsenal
el viejo oeste, el viejo tiempo
si había sabido el estrecho una prisión es amor
estoy parado en el tiempo gris frío
podríamos sino saber
cuando el velo de los ojos se levanta

 



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