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sad love poem

y pan del breaketh no más
para la verdad, para el amor
arriba y abajo de él va
paredes y enorme altos
las canciones antiguas
¡bajo!' tis a la noche de la gala
es verdad que usted dice que los dioses son más uso a usted que hadas
él vino tomarme por la mano
debajo de la luna de la cosecha
era no para ese olor singular

 



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