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nunca sabía que la tierra tenía tanto oro
puesto que he sentido el sentido de la muerte
a través del pecho de dolor de la amplia tierra
soy fevered
déjeme ser triste
le cuento con
voy mi manera complacently
una sombra gris fina en el borde del pensamiento
y todavía caminaron encendido
todos esos tesoros que mienten
he ganado la raza
soy cansado de ser amargo y cansado de ser sabio

 



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