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mi dolor, cuando ella está aquí con mí
una vida en la onda del océano
el mirar más allá
para estos brazos blancos sobre mi cuello
y va tan
escrito en una noche del vuelo
todos dentro y todos sin mí
de nuestros lugares ocultados

 



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