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retirement poem

el amo de destinos humanos es yo
había tres en el prado al lado del arroyo
los días melancólicos han venido
usted recuerda
apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves
llevo a cabo su corazón
ella era una belleza en los días
las verdades tremendas éstos sean
para entonces fuera
no me quemo ningún incienso
él incluso tendría su broma
quién nombrará el viento

 



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