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romantic love poem

en su tienda guardada
pienso a menudo en la ciudad hermosa
no hay escape al lado del río
los cielos que eran ashen y sobrio
ella cojea con parar paso doloroso
amigo, que sonrisa ha venido ser
en y de sí mismo
ochenta años han pasado, y más
hay un país por completo del vino



 



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