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no cuelgue ninguna guirnalda
el sol está para arriba
cómo como las estrellas es este el blanco, las caras sin nombre
amo mi hora del viento y de la luz
como miento cubierto adentro, defendido adentro
no permanezca no más
puesto que, si usted hizo una pausa mi lado hoy
nuestros momentos agradables vuelan
a lo largo de una orilla
aunque soy poco como todas las pequeñas cosas
hombre frío severo
hace usted no oír

 



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