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sorry poem

puesto que he sentido el sentido de la muerte
el merriment sin fin, absurdo de estrellas
lo van
fui arriba y abajo de las calles
para mí era concejal gaunt, grave
cuando el viento trabaja contra nosotros en la obscuridad
en y de sí mismo
uno por uno, como se va de un árbol
en la esfera
expresemos nuestras pasiones más bajas
tenía un sueño y me desperté con él


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