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sorry poem

usted está claro
cuando las horas del día se numeran
cuando un hecho se hace para la libertad
cuando libertad de su altura de la montaña
raza alto-llevada
cuando volví en la puesta del sol
fui arriba y abajo de las calles
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano
en alguna parte leí un cuento extraño, viejo, oxidado
tenemos ninguna vergüenza?
en un viejo compartimiento se encendió suavemente
había una época en años anteriores

 



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