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mi amor verdadero de su almohadilla se levantó
debajo de mi ventana en una calle de la ciudad
cómo es salvaje, cómo bruja-como extraño que la vida debe ser
gaily a través de los campos bailamos
¡bajo!' tis a la noche de la gala
splendor dulce
el cuerpo puede confinar
para venir tan pronto a esto imaginaba obscuridad
con los ojos mansos, marrones
resido en la montaña de la tabla
como vela blanca
vea el tentativo
los arcos del puente rojo
ella tiene un claro, loveliness viento-abrigado

 



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