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hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano
espléndido y terrible su amor
miré sobre el cielo glorioso
mi amor verdadero de su almohadilla se levantó
los he oído en la noche
algunos días más ventosos
si era muy seguro
las cortinas de la noche caían rápidamente
y todavía caminaron encendido
vea, de esta falsificación de él
lo vi una vez antes
puesto que, si usted hizo una pausa mi lado hoy
los días melancólicos han venido

 



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