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sympathy poem

repentinamente, fuera de maneras oscuras y frondosas
cuando las horas del día se numeran
disparando para arriba, cayendo abajo
mi alma es un campo arado oscuro
fuera del mar chispeante
el olor del se levantó tan falso, las espinas tan verdades
arriba y abajo de él va
contra la llama verde del espino-a'rbol
las sombras de las naves
soy el viento que duda
suavemente llorando
ésos en el superior dicen que le conocen, tierra -- son mentirosos

 



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