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glooms de los vivir-robles
los pasillos de mármol resounding largos
expresemos nuestras pasiones más bajas
cómo como las estrellas es este el blanco, las caras sin nombre
como va un hombre desnudo yo
sé no dónde
debajo de la luna de la cosecha
usted dice que usted me ama
¡bajo!' tis a la noche de la gala
nunca había un sonido al lado de la madera pero de una
rosas y oro
rompemos el cristal que vino sagrado
cuando voy de nuevo a la tierra
tristes son que saben no amor

 



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