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flor blanca de la espuma, flor roja de la llama
no esté enojado con mí
una tormenta está montando en la marea
a través del pecho de dolor de la amplia tierra
en sus brazos estaba el placer inmóvil
voy mi manera complacently
apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves
vea que me doy usted
había una época en años anteriores
tiene usted el caminar visto a través de la aldea
ahora que me he refrescado a usted

 



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