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truely
evidenciado en la luz tenue en sus ojos
cuando era un muchacho en la universidad
en el frunce de la oscuridad y piden
o justo y stately criada, que ojos
todos se callan a lo largo del potomac
no esté enojado con mí
dije
el prado se arrastraba
cómo como las estrellas es este el blanco, las caras sin nombre
haga a muchachos y las muchachas todavía van
quién nombrará el viento

 



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