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estoy parado en el tiempo gris frío
mi madre me trenza las rosas mojadas con rocío
ruidos que se esfuerzan rasgarse
truely
el cuerpo puede confinar
le estoy cantando
sol y viento y golpe del mar
dulce y fuerte
hace usted no oír
en un viejo compartimiento se encendió suavemente
usted es hermoso y descolorado
un destello del oro en gloom y gris

 



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