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con su pelo flaying violentamente
le hizo oyen hablar siempre
amo robar un rato lejos
sea paciente, vida, cuando el amor está en la puerta
no hay multitud, no obstante está mirado y tendido
mi amor verdadero de su almohadilla se levantó
todos esos tesoros que mienten

 



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