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dije
un pequeño melocotón en la huerta creció
estoy en amor con los altos lugares far-seeing
cuando un hecho se hace para la libertad
para estos brazos blancos sobre mi cuello
la hija, arte del thou viene morir
sobre ellas todas, mirando abajo
fui arriba y abajo de las calles
mi alma va revestida en cosas magníficas
si el asesino rojo piensa él mata
la nieve susurra sobre mí
soy cansado de ser amargo y cansado de ser sabio

 



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