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el niño que lanzó lejos la hoja después de la hoja
deje el unsaid encantador de las palabras
tome mis pulseras
renueve la visión del placer
él incluso tendría su broma
he tenido un miedo en mi vida
hasta su ventana del compartimiento
he ganado la raza
las montañas son gente silenciosa
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
algún se quejó al amo
cuando la noche mandila a lo largo de las calles de la ciudad

 



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