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estoy en amor con los altos lugares far-seeing
ciudad que no es una ciudad
espléndido y terrible su amor
y como caminamos la hierba fue revuelta débilmente
mi dolor, cuando ella está aquí con mí
mi alma es un campo arado oscuro
resido en la montaña de la tabla
antes del santo de bronce solemne
el movimiento de su cuerpo es como música
hago mi cubierta, pero nadie sabe
esposa querida

 



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