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suavemente llorando
mi amor verdadero de su almohadilla se levantó
hace usted oír
el dulce con el fern y se levantó
dentro de mi mano sostengo
hay una hora del resto pacífico
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano
se van los tres, esas hermanas raras
tenían él e i pero satisfecho

 



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