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era un oysterman joven alto
porqué son las cosas que no tienen ninguna muerte
había un strangeness en sus labios
a lo largo de los bancos
mire hacia fuera sobre las estrellas, mi amor
él habla no bien
cuando volví en la puesta del sol
pasado implacable del thou
la agonía del tener demasiada energía
en el amanecer, él dijo
estoy muriendo
todavía su gris oscila la torre sobre el mar
lleno esta taza

 



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