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cuando la noche mandila a lo largo de las calles de la ciudad
dice de buenas viejas épocas
cuando miraba en sus ojos
no permanezca no más
sacudaro mi pelo en el viento de la mañana
para entonces fuera
tengo gusto de ella
los dĂ­as hypocritic
he ganado la raza
aquĂ­ cae ninguna luz
tome mis pulseras
una palabra del vuelo de aquĂ­ y allĂ­

 



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