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sol y viento y golpe del mar
era muchas y mucho hace un ańo
voy mi manera complacently
o justo y stately criada, que ojos
el merriment sin fin, absurdo de estrellas
el pasar a través de las paredes amontonadas y feas
buena mujer
he venido en el desierto porque mi alma es athirst
hace tres ańos hoy
dentro de mi mano sostengo
he oído que cierta princesa

 



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