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la noche era negra y drear
todos tragan los años
una pluma del acero
quizás
cortocircuito y dulce, y hemos venido al extremo de él
rompemos el cristal que vino sagrado
no cuelgue ninguna guirnalda
tenían él e i pero satisfecho
flores de bebés
reservado, con reverance, en temor
en la tierra silenciosa
mire hacia fuera sobre las estrellas, mi amor

 



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