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travails de la tierra
no hay presa yo de pensamientos pobres
en la medianoche
si muero, piense solamente esto en mí
las verdades tremendas éstos sean
melancolía, azul era
quién es el corredor en los cielos
su pelo hermoso
había una época en años anteriores

 



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