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este tazón de fuente de plata antiguo el míos
mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
una tormenta está montando en la marea
mi hijo es muerto y soy persiana que va
y va tan
amigo, que sonrisa ha venido ser
una historia muy notable esto es
aunque soy poco como todas las pequeñas cosas
soy cansado de ser amargo y cansado de ser sabio
dentro de este sepulcro humilde un conqueror miente

 



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