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el banquete real fue hecho
antes del santo de bronce solemne
tengo gusto de ella
una vez este césped suave
y todavía caminaron encendido
para poder ver cada lado de cada pregunta
brilla la edad pasada, el siguiente con esperanza se ve
hay un país por completo del vino
encima del sur en la rotura del día
pienso a menudo en la ciudad hermosa
cómo como las estrellas es este el blanco, las caras sin nombre
las estrellas cayeron de cielo

 



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