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tome mis pulseras
el relámpago destellaba, y levantó
el solo puño apretado levantado y alista
hermoso
dos filas de coles
en un viejo compartimiento se encendió suavemente
nosotros que estaban parados
era muchas y mucho hace un año
vea, de esta falsificación de él
lanzaron una piedra, usted lanzaron una piedra
porqué son las cosas que no tienen ninguna muerte
las canciones antiguas
la agonía del tener demasiada energía
pero alas, sueños justos

 



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