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erotic poem

algún se quejó al amo
solitario y solitario
la señora, su corazón ha dado vuelta al polvo
dos filas de coles
el más triste del año
y cómo podría usted sueño de la reunión
pero alas, sueños justos
poca puerta fue alcanzada en el último
babylon -- donde voy a soñar
ésos en el superior dicen que le conocen, tierra -- son mentirosos
ido antes de nosotros
para la verdad, para el amor
el merriment sin fin, absurdo de estrellas
viejo vino a beber

 



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