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era no para ese olor singular
tome mis pulseras
amo robar un rato lejos
allí por la ventana en la vieja casa
escuche
veré una estrella esta noche
lo van
vi con los ojos abiertos
mi dolor, cuando ella está aquí con mí
déjeme moverse lentamente a través de la calle
soy cansado de ser amargo y cansado de ser sabio
¡bajo!' tis a la noche de la gala
flor blanca de la espuma, flor roja de la llama

 



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