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flores de bebés
tráigame la canción suave
en septiembre
rosas y oro
un pequeño melocotón en la huerta creció
ciudad que no es una ciudad
gaily a través de los campos bailamos
tenía un sueño y me desperté con él
dije, yo he cerrado mi corazón
todo mi amor para mi dulce
antes del santo de bronce solemne
qué ocasión spiteful roba unawares
quizás no es ninguna materia que usted murió

 



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