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cuando las horas del día se numeran
se hace el día
amo mi vida, pero no demasiado bien
pueden hablar de amor en una cabaña
usted piensa, mi muchacho, cuando pongo mis brazos alrededor de usted
tome mis pulseras
como vela blanca
nunca había un sonido al lado de la madera pero de una

 



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