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su cara es justa y lisa y fina
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
fuera de la ventana un mar de árboles verdes
levantado de los muertos
qué nosotros ahora hará
lanzaron una piedra, usted lanzaron una piedra
mi alma va revestida en cosas magníficas
como águilas en colmo ascendente
de nuestros lugares ocultados
la luz retirada
él incluso tendría su broma
porqué son las cosas que no tienen ninguna muerte
todos se callan a lo largo del potomac
melancolía, azul era

 



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