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vea que me doy usted
usted est claro
he odo que cierta princesa
en y de s mismo
en un viejo compartimiento se encendi suavemente
lleno esta taza
la pienso esplndido justo
ponemos
soy cansado de ser amargo y cansado de ser sabio
usted piensa, mi muchacho, cuando pongo mis brazos alrededor de usted
ciudad que no es una ciudad
mi amor verdadero de su almohadilla se levant
estoy muriendo

 



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