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rompemos el cristal que vino sagrado
se van los tres, esas hermanas raras
nunca habĂ­a un sonido al lado de la madera pero de una
los he oĂ­do en la noche
mi amor verdadero de su almohadilla se levantĂł
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano
tome mis pulseras
una niebla conducĂ­a abajo
simplicidad
las verdades tremendas éstos sean
lo van

 



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