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no puedo sentir siempre su greatness
mientras que estaba parado escuchar, discreto mudo
velas que derriban de lado en latas del tomate
este tazón de fuente de plata antiguo el míos
todos dentro y todos sin mí
tristes son que saben no amor
cuando libertad de su altura de la montaña
sobre el río hacen señas a mí
al revés, dé vuelta al revés
venido abajo en el amanecer de las colinas windless
las cortinas de la noche caían rápidamente
le estoy cantando

 



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