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christmas poem

soplador de vidrio del tiempo
sobre el río, en la colina
no del mundo ancho del conjunto
mi hijo es muerto y soy persiana que va
cortocircuito y dulce, y hemos venido al extremo de él
pienso a menudo en la ciudad hermosa
las cortinas de la noche caían rápidamente
he ganado la raza
cuando la noche mandila a lo largo de las calles de la ciudad
mire detrás con los ojos longing y sepa que seguiré
truely
mire hacia fuera sobre las estrellas, mi amor
amo mi hora del viento y de la luz

 



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