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truely
el elevar, como el viento sopló
he venido en el desierto porque mi alma es athirst
las verdades tremendas éstos sean
en y de sí mismo
placeres mediados de y palacios aunque podemos vagar
no cuelgue ninguna guirnalda

 



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