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los he oído en la noche
no hay multitud, no obstante está mirado y tendido
qué nosotros ahora hará
dondeyo encuéntrele
mi alma es un campo arado oscuro
si el asesino rojo piensa él mata
le detesté
cortocircuito y dulce, y hemos venido al extremo de él
brilla la edad pasada, el siguiente con esperanza se ve
no cuelgue ninguna guirnalda
déjeme ser triste
claro de luna profundo y blando
el amanecer era verde

 



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