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un pequeño melocotón en la huerta creció
la música i oído con usted era más que música
sé lo que usted va a decir
en la tierra silenciosa
sacudaro mi pelo en el viento de la mañana
dos filas de coles
disparando para arriba, cayendo abajo
el amanecer era verde
hermano, soy fuego


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