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todavía trece ańos
cómo como las estrellas es este el blanco, las caras sin nombre
estoy en amor con los altos lugares far-seeing
pero alas, sueńos justos
en la tierra silenciosa
en y de sí mismo
en el frunce de la oscuridad y piden
si él
si el asesino rojo piensa él mata
este tazón de fuente de plata antiguo el míos
los arcos del puente rojo
reservado, con reverance, en temor
escrito en una noche del vuelo

 



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