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los he oído en la noche
algún se quejó al amo
cuando, lleno de amor caliente e impaciente
ella debe ir detrás, ella dijo
muy bien, usted liberales
cuando el velo de los ojos se levanta
levantado de los muertos
la oscuridad roba las formas de todas las reinas
veré una estrella esta noche
naranjas de desplume nubian azul-negras
no puedo sentir siempre su greatness
las sombras de las naves
en la obscuridad y la paz de mi cama final

 



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