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los días hypocritic
envuelva la tierra en tiempo nublado
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano
soplador de vidrio del tiempo
mi madre me trenza las rosas mojadas con rocío
con rojo de la sangre de los labios y el corazón de la piedra
hace de largo la luz del sol del verano brillar
en sus brazos estaba el placer inmóvil
mi hijo es muerto y soy persiana que va
ahora que me he refrescado a usted
no permanezca no más
dije, yo he cerrado mi corazón
vi con los ojos abiertos

 



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