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no hay presa yo de pensamientos pobres
para estos brazos blancos sobre mi cuello
en sus regimentals desiguales
no se aflija que encima
el dulce con el fern y se levantó
puesto que, si usted hizo una pausa mi lado hoy
dije, yo he cerrado mi corazón
he echado el mundo
con rojo de la sangre de los labios y el corazón de la piedra

 



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