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las cortinas de la noche caían rápidamente
dentro de este sepulcro humilde un conqueror miente
ella estalló el vino feroz
nunca había un sonido al lado de la madera pero de una
para venir tan pronto a esto imaginaba obscuridad
evidenciado en la luz tenue en sus ojos
con su pelo flaying violentamente
como vela blanca
como va un hombre desnudo yo
todo mi amor para mi dulce
espléndido y terrible su amor
mi amor verdadero de su almohadilla se levantó

 



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