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las naves están mintiendo en la bahía
aunque soy poco como todas las pequeñas cosas
cuál deseo comentar
no hay multitud, no obstante está mirado y tendido
el dulce con el fern y se levantó
una tormenta está montando en la marea
la oscuridad rueda hacia arriba
había un strangeness en sus labios
buena mujer
cuando era adaptó Londres

 



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