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love poem

dice de buenas viejas épocas
mundo que cambia bajo mi mano
el niño que lanzó lejos la hoja después de la hoja
raza alto-llevada
dígame
me pregunto donde usted vive
veo todos los ingenios humanos
porqué hágale siempre soporte allí que tiembla
mi alma va revestida en cosas magníficas
nunca sabía que la tierra tenía tanto oro
entre el humo y la niebla de una tarde de diciembre
tengo que decir buonas noches
serene de la tarde y brillante verdes
he tenido un miedo en mi vida

 



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