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puesto que he sentido el sentido de la muerte
los pasillos de mármol resounding largos
lo vi una vez antes
de largo hace, en el claro de luna joven
arrojé mi alma al aire como un vuelo del halcón
una palabra del vuelo de aquí y allí
las verdades tremendas éstos sean
ochenta años han pasado, y más
los días melancólicos han venido
hermoso
la luz retirada
usted dice que usted me ama

 



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