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a través del pecho de dolor de la amplia tierra
ciudad que no es una ciudad
el merriment sin fin, absurdo de estrellas
cuando el velo de los ojos se levanta
materia de la luna
para entonces fuera
tome mis pulseras
el amo de destinos humanos es yo
estoy muriendo

 



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