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cuando era adaptó Londres
le hizo oyen hablar siempre
mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
veré una estrella esta noche
en sus regimentals desiguales
tenemos ninguna vergüenza?
todos esos tesoros que mienten
este tazón de fuente de plata antiguo el míos
pharaoh, rey de la tierra de Egipto
dije
hace usted oír
naranjas de desplume nubian azul-negras
hermano, soy fuego
splendor dulce

 



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