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oí el viento todo el dia
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano
lleno esta taza
mi amor verdadero de su almohadilla se levantó
todos se callan a lo largo del potomac
llevo a cabo su corazón
si había sabido el estrecho una prisión es amor
las cortinas de la noche caían rápidamente
en alguna parte leí un cuento extraño, viejo, oxidado
he ganado la raza
si el asesino rojo piensa él mata
el aire es como una mariposa
hice un voto una vez, uno solamente

 



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