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friendship poem

tome mis pulseras
ésos en el superior dicen que le conocen, tierra -- son mentirosos
era un oysterman joven alto
los cielos que eran ashen y sobrio
dentro de mi mano sostengo
claro de luna profundo y blando
tristes son que saben no amor
en números mournful

 



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