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no puedo sentir siempre su greatness
estaba parado
los pequeños rezos blancos
apenas ahora
las viejas canciones
el banquete real fue hecho
ciudad que no es una ciudad
en números mournful
arrojé mi alma al aire como un vuelo del halcón
todos se callan a lo largo del potomac
los cielos que eran ashen y sobrio
he venido en el desierto porque mi alma es athirst
en pasillos del sueño usted vagó cerca
como baja el igualar

 



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