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wedding poem

estoy en amor con los altos lugares far-seeing
este tazón de fuente de plata antiguo el míos
era no para ese olor singular
esté en mí como los humores eternos
mi hijo es muerto y soy persiana que va
dulce y fuerte
a qué una mujer la comparará querida
dos filas de coles
lanzaron una piedra, usted lanzaron una piedra

 



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