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el aire es como una mariposa
vivido por la orilla
una tormenta está montando en la marea
mi madre me trenza las rosas mojadas con rocío
tenía un sueńo y me desperté con él
miré sobre el cielo glorioso
a lo largo de una orilla
resido en la montańa de la tabla
es usted vivo?
hay tres maneras de las cuales los hombres toman

 



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