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best love poem

una palabra del vuelo de aquí y allí
es verdad que usted dice que los dioses son más uso a usted que hadas
fuera del mar chispeante
debajo de mi ventana en una calle de la ciudad
la noche es oscura, y los vientos del invierno
porqué tan es triste mi encantador?
disparando para arriba, cayendo abajo
tristes son que saben no amor
una niebla conducía abajo
no éramos muchos
aflíjase no para el invisible

 



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