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good bye poem

tres días los oí afligirse cuando pongo absolutamente
el sol caminó abajo de su trono de oro
no éramos muchos
cuando usted viene esta noche
ella cojea con parar paso doloroso
porqué son las cosas que no tienen ninguna muerte
el movimiento de su cuerpo es como música
para mirar todo el dia la onda azul encresparse y romperse
pasado implacable del thou

 



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