El aire es oscuro, la noche es triste, miento sleepless y gimo. Nadie cuida cuando un hombre va enojado: l est apesadumbrado, dios est alegre. La sombra cambia en el hueso.
Cada sombra tiene un nombre; Cuando me pienso en el mo gemir, yo oyen rumores de tal fama. No para el orgullo, pero solamente la vergenza, sombra cambia en el hueso.
Cuando me ruborizo yo llorar para la alegra, y la risa cae de m como una piedra: La risa del envejecimiento del muchacho para ver a los muertos eternos tan tmidos. La sombra cambia en el hueso.
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