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suicide poem

la música i oído con usted era más que música
algunos de los daños que usted ha curado
pensamientos a través de mi cabeza
el prado se arrastraba
pharaoh, rey de la tierra de Egipto
hijas del tiempo
tan perdido
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
estoy muriendo
sueño, hermano gris de la muerte
porqué lo haga
era un oysterman joven alto
la pienso espléndido justo

 



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