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grandma poem

sobre-habi'a preparado el acontecimiento
con la puesta del sol
debajo de un árbol de la castaña que se separa
no esté enojado con mí
babylon -- donde voy a soñar
el sol caminó abajo de su trono de oro
en el amanecer, él dijo
no hay presa yo de pensamientos pobres
un cielo que nunca ha sabido el sol, la luna o las estrellas
soporte aquí por mi lado
miré sobre el cielo glorioso
mi alma es un campo arado oscuro
le hizo oyen hablar siempre
he ganado la raza

 



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