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debajo de la hoja oscura del laurel
nunca sabía que la tierra tenía tanto oro
usted recuerda
no cuelgue ninguna guirnalda
expresemos nuestras pasiones más bajas
noche misteriosa
lleno esta taza
éste es el arsenal
ella oyó a niños el jugar en el sol
puesto que, si usted hizo una pausa mi lado hoy
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano

 



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