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no puedo sentir siempre su greatness
he echado el mundo
como ella
poco parque que paso a través
debajo de mi ventana en una calle de la ciudad
la noche era negra y drear
estos corazones fueron tejidos de alegrías y de cuidados humanos
déme el hambre

 



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