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apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves
dentro de mi mano sostengo
le detesté
las verdades tremendas éstos sean
o justo y stately criada, que ojos
él incluso tendría su broma
antes del santo de bronce solemne
porqué entonces, la necesidad nosotros ve?
en la medianoche
mire hacia fuera sobre las estrellas, mi amor
calma como que segundo verano

 



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