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poem for pastors

ésos en el superior dicen que le conocen, tierra -- son mentirosos
mi dolor, cuando ella está aquí con mí
todos se callan a lo largo del potomac
expresemos nuestras pasiones más bajas
ciudad que no es una ciudad
mi alma va revestida en cosas magníficas
cuando era adaptó Londres

 



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