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cuando era adaptó Londres
amigo, que sonrisa ha venido ser
gaily a través de los campos bailamos
en su tienda guardada
los días endeared a cada MUSE
cómo es salvaje, cómo bruja-como extraño que la vida debe ser
behold yo, en mi chiffon, gasa y malla
algún se quejó al amo
levantado de los muertos
la lluvia encima, y el aire brillante
estoy viejo y oculto
caras hermosas, tragical

 



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