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no hay multitud, no obstante está mirado y tendido
pero no puedo ahora leerle
usted dice que usted me ama
el prado se arrastraba
ella debe ir detrás, ella dijo
todavía recuerdo sin duda alguna
espléndido y terrible su amor
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano
aunque repine del amor, y rozadura de la razón
vi que el dios usted la duda?

 



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