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cuando era adaptó Londres
tenía un sueño y me desperté con él
los días endeared a cada MUSE
tráigame la canción suave
puesto que he sentido el sentido de la muerte
caído tan
no hay escape al lado del río
esos ojos negros i elogiado una vez tan
las sombras de las naves
se van los tres, esas hermanas raras
travails de la tierra
no me quemo ningún incienso
no sea falso
hace usted oír

 



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