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sol y viento y golpe del mar
qué ocasión spiteful roba unawares
mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
hasta su ventana del compartimiento
no cuelgue ninguna guirnalda
el amor se ha cantado mil maneras
había un strangeness en sus labios
déjeme ser triste
para entonces fuera
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano
fuera del mar chispeante
debajo de la luna de la cosecha
dios

 



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