Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red
It flaming, spread
The trees like torches
Blazed with light
No existen más que dos reglas para escribir: tener algo que decir y decirlo. Oscar Wilde.
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