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ella estalló el vino feroz
por las mañanas nube-grises
es verdad que usted dice que los dioses son más uso a usted que hadas
no esté enojado con mí
algunos de los daños que usted ha curado
truely
un destello del oro en gloom y gris
debajo de mi ventana en una calle de la ciudad
era no para ese olor singular

 



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