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life poem

amé a mujer
lo van
todavía recuerdo sin duda alguna
ponemos
he tenido un miedo en mi vida
no hay multitud, no obstante está mirado y tendido
pero alas, sueńos justos
en el puerto de York nueva
puesto que he sentido el sentido de la muerte
a lo largo de una orilla
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano
déjeme moverse lentamente a través de la calle
soy cansado de ser amargo y cansado de ser sabio
el cielo

 



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