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soy el viento que duda
hace usted no oír
pasado implacable del thou
su pelo hermoso
splendor dulce
gaily a través de los campos bailamos
serene de la tarde y brillante verdes
usted dice que usted me ama
levantado de los muertos
el cuerpo puede confinar

 



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