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WASP

I hate life, how much hate. Only

I hate life, how much hate. Only
by your hearing has it bled to death. Alas, my index! Oh, yellow
lemon! you will give me
a minute of sea, life
as if made of bird seeds, the earth
that will not leave them deserted.
Do not even find them, put them away in two little boxed, brother, as if
for white girls

I hate life, how much hate. Only

Odio vida, cuánto odio. Sólo
por tu audicio ́n se ha desangrado. Ay de mi ìndice! Oh limón amarillo! Me darás
un minuto de mar, vida
como de alpistes, la tierra
que no dejarán desiertos.
Ni las halles, guardalas
en dos cajitas, hermano, como para nin ̃as blancas.
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I hate life, how much hate. Only

I hate life, how much hate. Only
by your hearing has it bled to death. Alas, my index! Oh, yellow
lemon! you will give me
a minute of sea, life
as if made of bird seeds, the earth
that will not leave them deserted.
Do not even find them, put them away in two little boxed, brother, as if
for white girls

I hate life, how much hate. Only

I hate life, how much hate. Only
by your hearing has it bled to death. Alas, my index! Oh, yellow
lemon! you will give me
a minute of sea, life
as if made of bird seeds, the earth
that will not leave them deserted.
Do not even find them, put them away in two little boxed, brother, as if
for white girls
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