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cuando los mar-vientos perforaron nuestras soledades
ayer por la noche la Luna Llena puso un paño del blanco
el pasar a través de las paredes amontonadas y feas
usted piensa, mi muchacho, cuando pongo mis brazos alrededor de usted
simplemente hablando
para la verdad, para el amor
debajo del timón del guerrero
algunos de los daños que usted ha curado
debajo de mi ventana en una calle de la ciudad
trenzado y tejido
y como caminamos la hierba fue revuelta débilmente
haga a muchachos y las muchachas todavía van

 



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