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romantic poem

cuando las horas del día se numeran
musing, entre la puesta del sol y la obscuridad
he ganado la raza
aunque soy poco como todas las pequeńas cosas
lanzaron una piedra, usted lanzaron una piedra
ahora mientras que están viviendo mis labios
lo van
cuando usted viene esta noche
dentro de mi mano sostengo
en el amanecer, él dijo

 



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