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pienso a menudo en la ciudad hermosa
dondeyo encuéntrele
cuando las horas del día se numeran
suave como la cama en la tierra
sueńo, hermano gris de la muerte
truely
cuál era él los motores dichos
un cielo que nunca ha sabido el sol, la luna o las estrellas
usted es hermoso y descolorado
ella dijo

 



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