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los cielos que eran ashen y sobrio
pero no puedo ahora leerle
he echado el mundo
porqué son las cosas que no tienen ninguna muerte
dije, yo he cerrado mi corazón
soy cansado de ser amargo y cansado de ser sabio
vi que usted hunched y temblando en las piedras
como él de quién alcohol en el resplandor del mediodía
cuando el viento trabaja contra nosotros en la obscuridad
las viejas canciones
bucks negros gordos en un cuarto del vino-barril

 



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