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él vino tomarme por la mano
mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
para venir tan pronto a esto imaginaba obscuridad
está a menudo no tan?
tormenta
le estoy cantando
quizás
ahora que me he refrescado a usted
en todas las cosas no habladas de
en el amanecer, él dijo
hay uno que ese i amó una vez tanto
los he oído en la noche

 



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