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el más triste del año
no dé vuelta a su cabeza
de piso al techo
asustado no más, digo
ahora mientras que están viviendo mis labios
él habla no bien
a alguno los dioses gordos
como vela blanca
en números mournful
oí el viento todo el dia
para la verdad, para el amor
hermoso
o justo y stately criada, que ojos
los hice una oferta todo el adiós

 



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