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caras hermosas, tragical
me preguntan donde he estado
he venido en el desierto porque mi alma es athirst
se van los tres, esas hermanas raras
ella sabe un lanzamiento barato
con rojo de la sangre de los labios y el corazón de la piedra
podríamos sino saber
aflíjase no para el invisible
el existir del cisne
mundo que cambia bajo mi mano
babylon -- donde voy a soñar
gaily a través de los campos bailamos
un poeta, tomando el frenillo de su lengüeta
he visto las estrellas más orgullosas

 



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