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quizás no es ninguna materia que usted murió
el aire es lleno de amanecer y de resorte
la oscuridad rueda hacia arriba
vi que usted hunched y temblando en las piedras
arqueó la inundación
amigo, que sonrisa ha venido ser
solitario y solitario
puesto que he sentido el sentido de la muerte
cuando los mar-vientos perforaron nuestras soledades
ochenta años han pasado, y más
dígame
ella oyó a niños el jugar en el sol

 



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