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hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano
el movimiento de su cuerpo es como música
las cortinas de la noche caían rápidamente
suavemente llorando
la nieve susurra sobre mí
los poetas dicen
una palabra del vuelo de aquí y allí
en su vuelo
ahora mientras que están viviendo mis labios
claro de luna profundo y blando
mi dolor, cuando ella está aquí con mí
cómo es salvaje, cómo bruja-como extraño que la vida debe ser
en la medianoche

 



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