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las cortinas de la noche caían rápidamente
usted piensa, mi muchacho, cuando pongo mis brazos alrededor de usted
nosotros que estaban parados
el olor del se levantó tan falso, las espinas tan verdades
ahora mientras que están viviendo mis labios
a través del pecho de dolor de la amplia tierra
ciudad que no es una ciudad
él incluso tendría su broma

 



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