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tres días los oí afligirse cuando pongo absolutamente
el más triste del año
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
vi que el dios usted la duda?
a lo largo de los bancos
escuche
uno con usted
no cuelgue ninguna guirnalda
el merriment sin fin, absurdo de estrellas
la fragancia vino
algunos días más ventosos
él incluso tendría su broma
porqué lo haga

 



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