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ella oyó a niños el jugar en el sol
porqué son las cosas que no tienen ninguna muerte
veré una estrella esta noche
tenía un sueño y me desperté con él
cuando era un muchacho en la universidad
si era muy seguro
aquí miente una señora más hermosa
vea, ellos vuelven

 



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