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a alguno los dioses gordos
usted dice que usted me ama
como miento cubierto adentro, defendido adentro
como baja el igualar
porqué son las cosas que no tienen ninguna muerte
mientras que estaba parado escuchar, discreto mudo
vea, ellos vuelven

 



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