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la nieve susurra sobre mí
cuando libertad de su altura de la montaña
no sea falso
en todas las cosas no habladas de
ella oyó a niños el jugar en el sol
porqué son las cosas que no tienen ninguna muerte
no me quemo ningún incienso
nunca sabía que la tierra tenía tanto oro
cómoyo ayude a la derecha al mundo que va mal
ámeme en el último, o si usted no

 



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