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    and  being filled hless holes.

    true!

    Nobody sings he corner,

    nobody pricks terrifies t.

    not the round eyes

    to see  a c.

    to see those men of hard voice.

    t break e rivers;

    ton who sing

    .

    to see tone.

    Before th broken reins.

    I  to kno

    for tain stripped doh.

    I  to s like a river

    s and deep shores,

    to take t looses itself

    ing of the bulls.

    Loses itself in the moon

    bull,

    loses itself in t  song of fishes

    and in te t of frozen smoke.

    I dont  to cover h handkerchiefs

    t  used to th he carries.

    Go, Ignacio, feel not t bellowing

    Sleep, fly, rest: even the sea dies!

    t knoree,

    nor ts in your own house.

    ternoon do not know you

    because you have dead forever.

    tone does not know you

    nor ttered.

    Your silent memory does not know you

    because you have died forever

    tumn e snails,

    misty grapes and clustered hills,

    but no one o your eyes

    because you have died forever.

    Because you have died for ever,

    like all th,

    like all tten

    in a heap of lifeless dogs.

    Nobady kno I sing of you.

    For posterity I sing of your profile and grace.

    Of turity of your understanding.

    Of your appetite for deataste of its mouth.

    Of t gaiety.

    It ime, if ever, before there is born

    an A