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ido antes de nosotros
estoy parado en el tiempo gris frĂ­o
behold yo, en mi chiffon, gasa y malla
tome mis pulseras
porqué hágale siempre soporte allí que tiembla
he ganado la raza
ciudad que no es una ciudad
paredes y enorme altos
no del mundo ancho del conjunto
me pregunto a veces si es realmente verdad

 



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