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soy fevered
el eliminar, luchando vainly
disparando para arriba, cayendo abajo
el banquete real fue hecho
debajo de la hoja oscura del laurel
todavía trece años
el existir del cisne
caído tan
pensamientos a través de mi cabeza
nunca en toda mi vida
para la verdad, para el amor
hermano, soy fuego
déjenos compasión los de quienes sea mejor que nosotros son
soy cansado de ser amargo y cansado de ser sabio

 



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