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gaily a través de los campos bailamos
me pregunto a veces si es realmente verdad
si muero, piense solamente esto en mí
hace usted oír
los días endeared a cada MUSE
su pelo hermoso
cómo como las estrellas es este el blanco, las caras sin nombre
como ella
la luz retirada
sobre ellas todas, mirando abajo
estoy muriendo
amo mi hora del viento y de la luz

 



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