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domingo, abril 25, 2010
S U N - F L O W E R
Ah, Sun-flower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done:
Who countest the steps of the Sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done:
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow
Arise from the their graves, and aspire
Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.
Arise from the their graves, and aspire
Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.
~By WILLIAM BLAKE~
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