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thanksgiving poem

ella puede ser que lo haya sabido en el resorte anterior
todavía recuerdo sin duda alguna
sobre el río hacen seńas a mí
materia de la luna
cuando los mar-vientos perforaron nuestras soledades
he oído que cierta princesa
debajo de la luna de la cosecha
melancolía, azul era
no hay presa yo de pensamientos pobres

 



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