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apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves
en números mournful
le hizo ven siempre un cocodrilo
con su pelo flaying violentamente
escuche el mar del sonido
estoy muriendo
haga a muchachos y las muchachas todavía van
debajo de la hoja oscura del laurel
debajo de la luna de la cosecha
estaba parado
está a menudo no tan?
cuando los mar-vientos perforaron nuestras soledades
hay aumentos para todas nuestras pérdidas
los pasillos de mármol resounding largos

 



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