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romantic poem

ruédeme abajo por el prado
y mi nombre es veraz
en un viejo compartimiento se encendió suavemente
a alguno los dioses gordos
el aire es como una mariposa
le hizo oyen hablar siempre
ella debe ir detrás, ella dijo
ayer por la noche la Luna Llena puso un paño del blanco
como ella
por lo tanto no puedo
la música i oído con usted era más que música

 



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