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mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
mi amor verdadero de su almohadilla se levantó
era no para ese olor singular
gaily a través de los campos bailamos
voluntad usted brilla tenuemente en el mar?
sueño, hermano gris de la muerte
llevo a cabo su corazón
sé no dónde

 



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