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mundo que cambia bajo mi mano
el sentarse en su eje de balancín que espera su té
y mi nombre es veraz
la lluvia encima, y el aire brillante
he tenido un miedo en mi vida
puesto que, si usted hizo una pausa mi lado hoy
no se aflija que encima
antes del santo de bronce solemne
soy cansado de ser amargo y cansado de ser sabio
babylon -- donde voy a soñar
calma como que segundo verano
las sombras de las naves
no hay multitud, no obstante está mirado y tendido
una niebla conducía abajo

 



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