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caído tan
gaily a través de los campos bailamos
todavía su gris oscila la torre sobre el mar
lleno esta taza
el aire es lleno de amanecer y de resorte
la nieve susurra sobre mí
dos filas de coles
sé no dónde
arqueó la inundación
una sombra gris fina en el borde del pensamiento
cómo es salvaje, cómo bruja-como extraño que la vida debe ser

 



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