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good bye poem

él vino tomarme por la mano
el elevar, como el viento sopló
todo mi amor para mi dulce
ciudad que no es una ciudad
hay aumentos para todas nuestras pérdidas
amigo, que sonrisa ha venido ser
él habla no bien
dije
de piso al techo
puesto que he sentido el sentido de la muerte
qué yo le deben
aunque soy poco como todas las pequeñas cosas
pharaoh, rey de la tierra de Egipto
musing, entre la puesta del sol y la obscuridad

 



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