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la noche es oscura, y los vientos del invierno
estoy muriendo
oí el viento todo el dia
quién es el corredor en los cielos
por completo de rasgones
si él
sombras coas alas que barren cerca
dentro de este sepulcro humilde un conqueror miente
él incluso tendría su broma
las estrellas cayeron de cielo
hay cualquiera allí

 



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