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el amor se ha cantado mil maneras
para venir tan pronto a esto imaginaba obscuridad
babylon -- donde voy a soñar
no esté enojado con mí
arrojé mi alma al aire como un vuelo del halcón
todavía recuerdo sin duda alguna
todavía su gris oscila la torre sobre el mar
ruédeme abajo por el prado
soplador de vidrio del tiempo
para arropar el pensamiento ardiente

 



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