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grandmother poem

el pasar a través de las paredes amontonadas y feas
al amante apasionado
tristemente hablando
sombras coas alas que barren cerca
cuando era adaptó Londres
cuando las horas del día se numeran
ciudad que no es una ciudad
ella debe ir detrás, ella dijo
a través del pecho de dolor de la amplia tierra

 



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