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el existir del cisne
los días endeared a cada MUSE
con rojo de la sangre de los labios y el corazón de la piedra
para estos brazos blancos sobre mi cuello
podríamos sino saber
en alguna parte leí un cuento extraño, viejo, oxidado
pasado implacable del thou
si muero, piense solamente esto en mí
soplador de vidrio del tiempo
puesto que, si usted hizo una pausa mi lado hoy
lanzaron una piedra, usted lanzaron una piedra
había un strangeness en sus labios

 



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