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ella era una belleza en los días
mi madre me trenza las rosas mojadas con rocío
ido antes de nosotros
arqueó la inundación
deje una subsistencia de la alegría usted
disparando para arriba, cayendo abajo
soy fevered
nunca sabía que la tierra tenía tanto oro
está a menudo no tan?
algunos de los daños que usted ha curado

 



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