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funeral poem

la luz retirada
sé no dónde
a alguno los dioses gordos
esos ojos negros i elogiado una vez tan
mire detrás con los ojos longing y sepa que seguiré
estaba parado
cuál guarda
es verdad que usted dice que los dioses son más uso a usted que hadas
de piso al techo
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano

 



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