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Conozco las flores. son manifestaciones indescifrables de la naturaleza honda. Suelen ser amarillas, rojas, blancas y violetas. Grandes, pequeñas, amorfas y con nombre de mujer eterna. Sus disimiles formas, advierten el espíritu crítico de la imaginación; La despierta. II Una vez, me puse a pensar el amor y perdí las flores para siempre...
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