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ella dijo
todos esos tesoros que mienten
ésta es la canción de la juventud
para mí era concejal gaunt, grave
no hay multitud, no obstante está mirado y tendido
aquí miente una señora más hermosa
todavía recuerdo sin duda alguna
glooms de los vivir-robles
cántele otra vez a canción cantado
oscuro-eyed
musing, entre la puesta del sol y la obscuridad
escrito en una noche del vuelo
paredes y enorme altos
a lo largo de los bancos

 



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