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había tres en el prado al lado del arroyo
nobleza de la muerte otra vez
usted está claro
miré sobre el cielo glorioso
soy una mujer
todos se callan a lo largo del potomac
un poeta, tomando el frenillo de su lengüeta
si había sabido el estrecho una prisión es amor
el eliminar, luchando vainly
voy mi manera complacently
es verdad que usted dice que los dioses son más uso a usted que hadas

 



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