aLguIEN Ke Le guSTe dEsifRar poeMas..HelP!
Love Calls Us to the Things of This World The eyes open to a cry of pulleys, And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple As false dawn. Outside the open window The morning air is all
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Me siento Confundido.