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qué yo le deben
ciudad que no es una ciudad
ahora que me he refrescado a usted
tenía un sueño y me desperté con él
cuál deseo comentar
el rodillo triste del tambor amortiguado tiene golpe
he oído que cierta princesa
me preguntan donde he estado
hace tres años hoy
cuando era adaptó Londres
como miento cubierto adentro, defendido adentro
ruédeme abajo por el prado
no dé vuelta a su cabeza

 



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