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este tazón de fuente de plata antiguo el míos
vea que me doy usted
burly, humilde-abeja el dormitar
estoy parado en el tiempo gris frío
estoy viejo y oculto
su pelo hermoso
en la tierra silenciosa
cuando el viento trabaja contra nosotros en la obscuridad
ahora que me he refrescado a usted
en el frunce de la oscuridad y piden
qué yo le deben
la nieve susurra sobre mí
si él

 



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