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en pasillos del sueño usted vagó cerca
dentro de este sepulcro humilde un conqueror miente
el dulce con el fern y se levantó
como ella
no permanezca no más
cuál guarda
y mi nombre es veraz
algunos días más ventosos
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí


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