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el prado se arrastraba
dije, yo he cerrado mi corazón
como vela blanca
ochenta años han pasado, y más
debajo de un árbol de la castaña que se separa
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
el sol caminó abajo de su trono de oro
en números mournful

 



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