Title: Opcional

Text: Tree at my window, window tree, my sash is lowered when night comes on; but let there never be curtain drawn between you and me... But, tree, I have seen you taken and tossed, and if you have seen me when I slept, you have seen me when I was taken and swept and all but lost. That day she put our heads together, fate had her imagination about her, your head is so much concerned with outer, mine with inner, weather. Cada párrafo será una prueba.

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