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teen love poem

cuando era adaptó Londres
en el frunce de la oscuridad y piden
hace usted no oír
espléndido y terrible su amor
splendor dulce
ahora que me he refrescado a usted
su cara es justa y lisa y fina
he echado el mundo
una sombra gris fina en el borde del pensamiento
dice de buenas viejas épocas
por el puente grosero
no éramos muchos
un pájaro cantó
mi dolor, cuando ella está aquí con mí

 



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