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autumn poetry

no hay multitud, no obstante está mirado y tendido
era una diosa ere el mármol me encontró
soy cansado de ser amargo y cansado de ser sabio
tenemos ninguna vergüenza?
hermoso
cuál deseo comentar
sol y viento y golpe del mar
esos ojos negros i elogiado una vez tan
la hija, arte del thou viene morir

 



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