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romantic poem

el pequeño lamentable, usado, caras el reír
todavía su gris oscila la torre sobre el mar
miré sobre el cielo glorioso
o justo y stately criada, que ojos
ella estalló el vino feroz
he ganado la raza
la noche era negra y drear
cuando un hecho se hace para la libertad
nunca sabía que la tierra tenía tanto oro
dije
si era muy seguro

 



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