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veo todos los ingenios humanos
déjenos compasión los de quienes sea mejor que nosotros son
tome mis pulseras
dondeyo encuéntrele
tres días los oí afligirse cuando pongo absolutamente
se hace el día
no hay escape al lado del río
el más triste del año
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
un destello del oro en gloom y gris
naranjas de desplume nubian azul-negras

 



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