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resido en la montaña de la tabla
disparando para arriba, cayendo abajo
ella oyó a niños el jugar en el sol
tristes son que saben no amor
déjeme ser triste
placeres mediados de y palacios aunque podemos vagar
para la verdad, para el amor
rosas y oro
vi que usted hunched y temblando en las piedras
en la obscuridad y la paz de mi cama final

 



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