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estoy muriendo
tome mis pulseras
ella cojea con parar paso doloroso
cuando un hecho se hace para la libertad
gaily a través de los campos bailamos
qué ocasión spiteful roba unawares
el prado se arrastraba
vea, de esta falsificación de él
y como caminamos la hierba fue revuelta débilmente
estoy en amor con los altos lugares far-seeing
cuando las horas del día se numeran

 



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