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vea, ellos vuelven
fuera de mí indigno y desconocido
hay una hora del resto pacífico
vi los archangels en mi manzana-a'rbol ayer por la noche
mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
todavía trece años
y cómo podría usted sueño de la reunión
para estos brazos blancos sobre mi cuello
nuestros momentos agradables vuelan
solitario y solitario
era un oysterman joven alto
algunos días más ventosos
el eliminar, luchando vainly
a alguno los dioses gordos

 



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