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father poem

para estos brazos blancos sobre mi cuello
dígame no
el eliminar, luchando vainly
no hay multitud, no obstante está mirado y tendido
las sombras ponen a lo largo de broadway
la pienso espléndido justo
la noche era negra y drear
oscilado en la horquilla del profundo
en y de sí mismo
he visto las estrellas más orgullosas
hago mi cubierta, pero nadie sabe
en la obscuridad y la paz de mi cama final
había un strangeness en sus labios

 



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