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vivido por la orilla
suavemente ahora la luz del día
el misterio más oscuro, más extraño
las verdades tremendas éstos sean
qué nosotros ahora hará
como águilas en colmo ascendente
el viejo oeste, el viejo tiempo
solitario y solitario
mi madre me trenza las rosas mojadas con rocío

 



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