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pueden hablar de amor en una cabaña
tome mis pulseras
vi con los ojos abiertos
tristes son que saben no amor
velas que derriban de lado en latas del tomate
y cómo podría usted sueño de la reunión
para entonces fuera
una niebla conducía abajo
las cortinas de la noche caían rápidamente
estoy muriendo
sobre el río hacen señas a mí
lanzaron una piedra, usted lanzaron una piedra
o justo y stately criada, que ojos
muy bien, usted liberales

 



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