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hay cualquiera allí
cuando el viento trabaja contra nosotros en la obscuridad
nunca sabía que la tierra tenía tanto oro
tenía un sueño y me desperté con él
ido antes de nosotros
de nuestros lugares ocultados
tengo gusto de ella
soy una mujer
mi madre me trenza las rosas mojadas con rocío
aquí cae ninguna luz
flores de bebés
éstos sean

 



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