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ido antes de nosotros
entre el humo y la niebla de una tarde de diciembre
el sol caminó abajo de su trono de oro
en números mournful
el amor se ha cantado mil maneras
reservado, con reverance, en temor
el elevar, como el viento sopló
de nuestros lugares ocultados

 



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