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hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano
serene de la tarde y brillante verdes
caras hermosas, tragical
me pregunto a veces si es realmente verdad
es usted despierto?
musing, entre la puesta del sol y la obscuridad
mi hijo es muerto y soy persiana que va
ochenta años han pasado, y más
las montañas son gente silenciosa
por la orilla, por el mar
un cielo que nunca ha sabido el sol, la luna o las estrellas
reservado, con reverance, en temor
ámeme en el último, o si usted no

 



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