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cuando miraba en sus ojos
estoy parado en el tiempo gris frĂ­o
con los ojos mansos, marrones
tenía un sueño y me desperté con él
dígame menos o dígame más
como miento cubierto adentro, defendido adentro
simplemente hablando
quién es el corredor en los cielos
déjeme ser triste
el solo puño apretado levantado y alista
dice de buenas viejas épocas
dulce y fuerte
veré una estrella esta noche
en septiembre

 



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