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los días endeared a cada MUSE
la noche era negra y drear
hace usted no oír
el sentarse en su eje de balancín que espera su té
estaba parado
era muchas y mucho hace un año
no puedo sentir siempre su greatness
claro de luna profundo y blando
un destello del oro en gloom y gris
todos tragan los años
he visto las estrellas más orgullosas

 



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