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mi madre me trenza las rosas mojadas con rocío
cuando miraba en sus ojos
uno por uno, como se va de un árbol
el dulce con el fern y se levantó
un pensamiento dulce solemne
si el asesino rojo piensa él mata
fuera de mí indigno y desconocido
estos corazones fueron tejidos de alegrías y de cuidados humanos
un pequeño melocotón en la huerta creció

 



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