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algún se quejó al amo
debajo de mi ventana en una calle de la ciudad
hay cualquiera allí
envuelva la tierra en tiempo nublado
nunca en toda mi vida
para poder ver cada lado de cada pregunta
una sombra gris fina en el borde del pensamiento
venido abajo en el amanecer de las colinas windless
podríamos sino saber
algunos de los daños que usted ha curado
las viejas canciones

 



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