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Look

It is indeed very neat to stare outside instead of inside.
It is there, after all, where the stars are
where the roads lay
where yellow leaves fall.



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Alguien me habló todos los días de mi vida al oido, despacio, lentamente. Me dijo: ¡vive, vive, vive! Era la muerte. (JS)