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birthday poem

cuando miraba en sus ojos
lanzaron una piedra, usted lanzaron una piedra
porqué tan es triste mi encantador?
nunca sabía que la tierra tenía tanto oro
sé lo que usted va a decir
por las mañanas nube-grises
una milla detrás
este tazón de fuente de plata antiguo el míos
fuera de mí indigno y desconocido
una palabra del vuelo de aquí y allí
había tres en el prado al lado del arroyo
él incluso tendría su broma
es usted vivo?

 



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