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Guabancex


As you move

and as you rest

this chef stews

and paints the mess.

 

Winds her breath.

Rain's her tears.

 

When pain upsets,

you'll come to fear

her reign on waves

and terrain blaze.

 

She'll rearrange

like those of Spain.

 

Those who came

and those who stayed

know her name

like Juracan.

 

Those who jest

and who forget

will regret.

 

Guabancex

 

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