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vi con los ojos abiertos
amé a mujer
la noche es oscura, y los vientos del invierno
la lluvia encima, y el aire brillante
ahora mientras que están viviendo mis labios
asustado no más, digo
este tazón de fuente de plata antiguo el míos
no dé vuelta a su cabeza
el amo de destinos humanos es yo
en su tienda guardada

 



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