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sacudaro mi pelo en el viento de la mañana
el misterio más oscuro, más extraño
qué nosotros ahora hará
todavía recuerdo sin duda alguna
levantado de los muertos
las sombras de las naves
ahora mientras que están viviendo mis labios
estaba parado
contra la llama verde del espino-a'rbol

 



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