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como él de quién alcohol en el resplandor del mediodía
las verdades tremendas éstos sean
nosotros que estaban parados
mi amor verdadero de su almohadilla se levantó
sea paciente, vida, cuando el amor está en la puerta
o justo y stately criada, que ojos
en números mournful
soplador de vidrio del tiempo
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano
el sentarse en su eje de balancín que espera su té
el aire es lleno de amanecer y de resorte

 



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