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Mother, I Bow To The Gold (Quevedo)

Always gold is the north on earth
It is a beautiful singing of sirens dressed in yellow
The misery is viewed from a distant balcony
When the poors are walking far away

The pleasure is a shelter
The purchase of peace came to the market
The cross in the shade of a half moon
Greet with fervour to the golden sparkle
The party remains open in its outward combat
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Wednesday, May 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle
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