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una sombra gris fina en el borde del pensamiento
se levantó y el ámbar era la puesta del sol en el río
qué yo le deben
el pequeño lamentable, usado, caras el reír
los cielos que eran ashen y sobrio
porqué hágale siempre soporte allí que tiembla
deje el unsaid encantador de las palabras
hace usted oír
este tazón de fuente de plata antiguo el míos

 



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