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las verdades tremendas éstos sean
apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves
cortocircuito y dulce, y hemos venido al extremo de él
las cortinas de la noche caían rápidamente
no hay presa yo de pensamientos pobres
me preguntan donde he estado
mi alma va revestida en cosas magníficas
esposa querida
repentinamente, fuera de maneras oscuras y frondosas
para estos brazos blancos sobre mi cuello
el sol caminó abajo de su trono de oro
no sea falso

 



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