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grandma poem

las cortinas de la noche caían rápidamente
la oscuridad
mi hijo es muerto y soy persiana que va
por completo de rasgones
el eliminar, luchando vainly
era una diosa ere el mármol me encontró
vea el tentativo
la nieve susurra sobre mí
ésos en el superior dicen que le conocen, tierra -- son mentirosos
pero alas, sueños justos
nunca sabía que la tierra tenía tanto oro
soy el viento que duda
compuesto de loveliness solamente

 



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