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José Martí |
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For your lit eyes And the not well on of a fastener I thought that you were last night Playing to forbidden games. I hated you for vile and treacherous: I hated you with hate of death: Nausea gave me of seeing you So villainous and so beautiful. And for the note that I saw Without knowing how neither when, I know that you were crying The whole night for me. |
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