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cuando era adaptó Londres
cuál era él los motores dichos
desdeño a mis amigos más que usted
vea, de esta falsificación de él
tan perdido
muy bien, usted liberales
espléndido y terrible su amor
debajo de la luna de la cosecha
usted recuerda
está a menudo no tan?
la música i oído con usted era más que música
es verdad que usted dice que los dioses son más uso a usted que hadas
estoy muriendo

 



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