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aquí cae ninguna luz
estoy parado en el tiempo gris frío
qué yo le deben
ido antes de nosotros
hermano, soy fuego
cuando los mar-vientos perforaron nuestras soledades
pero alas, sueños justos
mejore que el granito
hace usted no oír
una niebla conducía abajo
no ruego para la paz

 



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