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no éramos muchos
ella oyó a niños el jugar en el sol
dos filas de coles
una niebla conducía abajo
si el asesino rojo piensa él mata
fuera del profundo y de la obscuridad
sé lo que usted va a decir
serene de la tarde y brillante verdes
porqué hágale siempre soporte allí que tiembla
este tazón de fuente de plata antiguo el míos
ésta es la nave de la perla

 



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