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hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano
he venido en el desierto porque mi alma es athirst
como va un hombre desnudo yo
ella cojea con parar paso doloroso
todos dentro y todos sin mí
hermano, soy fuego
y va tan
si él
él incluso tendría su broma
todo mi amor para mi dulce


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