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el amanecer era verde
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano
fuera del profundo y de la obscuridad
tengo gusto de ella
la oscuridad
los poetas dicen
con la puesta del sol
ahora que me he refrescado a usted
un poeta, tomando el frenillo de su lengüeta

 



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