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ella era una belleza en los días
ochenta ańos han pasado, y más
no ruego para la paz
ella oyó a nińos el jugar en el sol
ahora que me he refrescado a usted
un cielo que nunca ha sabido el sol, la luna o las estrellas
al revés, dé vuelta al revés
todavía su gris oscila la torre sobre el mar
dígame no

 



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