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ella cojea con parar paso doloroso
he oído que cierta princesa
hace de largo la luz del sol del verano brillar
me preguntan donde he estado
vea el tentativo
no hay multitud, no obstante está mirado y tendido
los pasillos de mármol resounding largos
melancolía, azul era
los he oído en la noche
suavemente ahora la luz del día

 



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