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se levantó y el ámbar era la puesta del sol en el río
estoy muriendo
venido abajo en el amanecer de las colinas windless
simplicidad
no puedo sentir siempre su greatness
soy fevered
bucks negros gordos en un cuarto del vino-barril
éstos sean
cortocircuito y dulce, y hemos venido al extremo de él
vea que me doy usted
en la esfera
las sombras ponen a lo largo de broadway
al amante apasionado
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí

 



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