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mi dolor, cuando ella está aquí con mí
su cara es justa y lisa y fina
amo robar un rato lejos
por lo tanto no puedo
a qué una mujer la comparará querida
ésos en el superior dicen que le conocen, tierra -- son mentirosos

 



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