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sad love poem

ella oyó a niños el jugar en el sol
ciudad que no es una ciudad
para la verdad, para el amor
no dé vuelta a su cabeza
el aire es lleno de amanecer y de resorte
cuando las horas del día se numeran
no puedo sentir siempre su greatness
dígame no
dos filas de coles
la medianoche pasada
en la medianoche
el banquete real fue hecho

 



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