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teen love poem

los días melancólicos han venido
ciudad que no es una ciudad
fui arriba y abajo de las calles
amo mi hora del viento y de la luz
mi alma va revestida en cosas magníficas
pueden hablar de amor en una cabaña
calma como que segundo verano
el dulce con el fern y se levantó
le cuento con
todos esos tesoros que mienten
pienso a menudo en la ciudad hermosa

 



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