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spanish poem

ese año
tenía un sueño y me desperté con él
debajo de la luna de la cosecha
en sus brazos estaba el placer inmóvil
ochenta años han pasado, y más
para arropar el pensamiento ardiente
pasado implacable del thou
por lo tanto no puedo
glooms de los vivir-robles
mi madre me trenza las rosas mojadas con rocío
no del mundo ancho del conjunto
travails de la tierra

 



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