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death poem

tristes son que saben no amor
sea paciente, vida, cuando el amor está en la puerta
como baja el igualar
me preguntan donde he estado
el movimiento de su cuerpo es como música
voluntad usted brilla tenuemente en el mar?
miré sobre el cielo glorioso
he echado el mundo
no me quemo ningún incienso
la lluvia encima, y el aire brillante
o justo y stately criada, que ojos
no del mundo ancho del conjunto

 



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