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mi dolor, cuando ella está aquí con mí
estoy parado en el tiempo gris frío
y pan del breaketh no más
cuando volví en la puesta del sol
miré sobre el cielo glorioso
lo vi una vez antes
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
flores de bebés

 



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