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daughter poem

ido antes de nosotros
contra la llama verde del espino-a'rbol
a qué una mujer la comparará querida
él incluso tendría su broma
mientras que estaba parado escuchar, discreto mudo
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano
la música i oído con usted era más que música
hay aumentos para todas nuestras pérdidas
vi que el dios usted la duda?
porqué son las cosas que no tienen ninguna muerte
era muchas y mucho hace un año
una pluma del acero
cuál guarda

 



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