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cuando era adaptó Londres
era un oysterman joven alto
nosotros que estaban parados
déme el hambre
la fragancia vino
asustado no más, digo
el elevar, como el viento sopló
estaba parado
arriba y abajo de él va
ahora que me he refrescado a usted
ruédeme abajo por el prado
sobre el río, en la colina
una vez este césped suave

 



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