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lo vi una vez antes
porqué son las cosas que no tienen ninguna muerte
el prado se arrastraba
en la tierra silenciosa
y mi nombre es veraz
los días melancólicos han venido
bucks negros gordos en un cuarto del vino-barril
en la esfera
un destello del oro en gloom y gris
para estos brazos blancos sobre mi cuello

 



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