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mi alma es un campo arado oscuro
pero no puedo ahora leerle
él incluso tendría su broma
había una época en años anteriores
oí el viento todo el dia
truely
ciudad que no es una ciudad
cuando era adaptó Londres
la oscuridad rueda hacia arriba
musing, entre la puesta del sol y la obscuridad
estrella-polvo y luz vaporosa

 



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