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déme
ahora que me he refrescado a usted
no puedo ahora decirle
sobre el río hacen señas a mí
nunca había un sonido al lado de la madera pero de una
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
dondeyo encuéntrele
vi con los ojos abiertos
en y encendido

 



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