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pumpkin poem

he sabido el silencio de las estrellas y del mar
y como caminamos la hierba fue revuelta débilmente
revuelva
tristemente hablando
todavía recuerdo sin duda alguna
en la medianoche
en el amanecer, él dijo
estoy parado en el tiempo gris frío
él habla no bien
el amo de destinos humanos es yo
nunca en toda mi vida
puesto que he sentido el sentido de la muerte
mire detrás con los ojos longing y sepa que seguiré

 



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