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la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
ochenta años han pasado, y más
y como caminamos la hierba fue revuelta débilmente
he ganado la raza
arqueó la inundación
no cuelgue ninguna guirnalda
el relámpago destellaba, y levantó
había un strangeness en sus labios
la oscuridad rueda hacia arriba
porqué entonces, la necesidad nosotros ve?
y todavía caminaron encendido
plantemos

 



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