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las verdades tremendas éstos sean
no hay multitud, no obstante está mirado y tendido
el relámpago destellaba, y levantó
su pelo hermoso
cántele otra vez a canción cantado
ido antes de nosotros
apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves

 



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