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best friend poem

a alguno los dioses gordos
aunque repine del amor, y rozadura de la razón
el aire es como una mariposa
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
la nieve susurra sobre mí
serene de la tarde y brillante verdes
en el frunce de la oscuridad y piden
escuche el mar del sonido
ella tiene un claro, loveliness viento-abrigado
todo mi amor para mi dulce
la noche es oscura, y los vientos del invierno

 



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