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ochenta años han pasado, y más
truely
por lo tanto no puedo
y como caminamos la hierba fue revuelta débilmente
revuelva
una pluma del acero
como ella
expresemos nuestras pasiones más bajas
la señora, su corazón ha dado vuelta al polvo
mire detrás con los ojos longing y sepa que seguiré
porqué hágale siempre soporte allí que tiembla
hay un país por completo del vino
o justo y stately criada, que ojos
esté en mí como los humores eternos

 



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