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ahora mientras que están viviendo mis labios
vi las nubes entre las colinas
en pueda
algunos días más ventosos
vea que me doy usted
por las mañanas nube-grises
tiene usted el caminar visto a través de la aldea
si muero, piense solamente esto en mí
en septiembre
la señora, su corazón ha dado vuelta al polvo
soy cansado de ser amargo y cansado de ser sabio
antes del santo de bronce solemne
sombras coas alas que barren cerca
oscilado en la horquilla del profundo

 



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