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él vino tomarme por la mano
envuelva la tierra en tiempo nublado
no permanezca no más
vi las nubes entre las colinas
ámeme en el último, o si usted no
es usted vivo?
uno con usted
he ganado la raza
ella oyó a niños el jugar en el sol
todavía su gris oscila la torre sobre el mar
qué yo le deben
cortocircuito y dulce, y hemos venido al extremo de él
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí

 



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