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baudelaire
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poema de MERCEDES MORÁN
RETRATOS ... Treinta y nueve. Su
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URBANIDAD PARA NIÑAS en la casa maragata
12 ago 2007
why my guitar gently weeps...
I look at you all the love there that's sleeping
while my guitar gently weeps
i look at the floor and i see it needs sweeping
still my guitar gently weeps.
I don't know why nobody told you
how to unfold your love
i don't know how someone controlled you
they bought and sold you.
i look at the world and i notice it's turning
while my guitar gently weeps
with every mistake we must surely be learning
still my guitar gently weeps.
I don't know how you were diverted
you were perverted too
i don't know how you were inverted
no one alerted you.
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
while my guitar gently weeps
look at you all...
still my guitar gently weeps.
11 ago 2007
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