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grandmother poem

debajo de la luna de la cosecha
nunca había un sonido al lado de la madera pero de una
nunca sabía que la tierra tenía tanto oro
ella sabe un lanzamiento barato
muy bien, usted liberales
las verdades tremendas éstos sean
amo robar un rato lejos
levantado de los muertos
y como caminamos la hierba fue revuelta débilmente
rosas y oro

 



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