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sad love poem

me pregunto a veces si es realmente verdad
ésos en el superior dicen que le conocen, tierra -- son mentirosos
en el puerto de York nueva
no permanezca no más
déjeme moverse lentamente a través de la calle
o justo y stately criada, que ojos
algĂşn se quejĂł al amo
entre las montañas vagué
naranjas de desplume nubian azul-negras
no cuelgue ninguna guirnalda
bucks negros gordos en un cuarto del vino-barril

 



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