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plantemos
mire detrás con los ojos longing y sepa que seguiré
y con el pájaro del tarareo
para mí era concejal gaunt, grave
el viejo oeste, el viejo tiempo
el elevar, como el viento sopló
mi alma es un campo arado oscuro
esos ojos negros i elogiado una vez tan

 



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