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qué yo le deben
solitario y solitario
el olor del se levantó tan falso, las espinas tan verdades
hice una pausa el marco abierto
la música i oído con usted era más que música
levantado de los muertos
hace usted oír
y mi nombre es veraz
pero no puedo ahora leerle
un pájaro cantó

 



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