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ciudad que no es una ciudad
pueden hablar de amor en una cabaña
mi hijo es muerto y soy persiana que va
espléndido y terrible su amor
el misterio más oscuro, más extraño
mi dolor, cuando ella está aquí con mí
dentro de mi mano sostengo
una pluma del acero

 



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