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y mi nombre es veraz
había una época en años anteriores
no puedo ahora decirle
serene de la tarde y brillante verdes
mire detrás con los ojos longing y sepa que seguiré
un cielo que nunca ha sabido el sol, la luna o las estrellas
cómo es salvaje, cómo bruja-como extraño que la vida debe ser
he sabido el silencio de las estrellas y del mar
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano
naranjas de desplume nubian azul-negras

 



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