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tristes son que saben no amor
en y de sí mismo
en la tierra silenciosa
oí el viento todo el dia
ella debe ir detrás, ella dijo
cómo es salvaje, cómo bruja-como extraño que la vida debe ser
hermano, soy fuego
en un viejo compartimiento se encendió suavemente
cuando voy de nuevo a la tierra
el merriment sin fin, absurdo de estrellas
paredes y enorme altos
pasado implacable del thou

 



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