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las canciones antiguas
estaba parado
glooms de los vivir-robles
amo mi hora del viento y de la luz
en el puerto de York nueva
una sombra gris fina en el borde del pensamiento
es usted despierto?
por lo tanto no puedo
porqué entonces, la necesidad nosotros ve?

 



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