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porqué son las cosas que no tienen ninguna muerte
apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves
he oído que cierta princesa
amé a mujer
soporte aquí por mi lado
y con el pájaro del tarareo
hermoso
dentro de mi mano sostengo
dentro de este sepulcro humilde un conqueror miente
el más triste del año
desdeño a mis amigos más que usted
haga a muchachos y las muchachas todavía van
la oscuridad rueda hacia arriba

 



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