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truely
había un strangeness en sus labios
su cara es justa y lisa y fina
los días melancólicos han venido
en el frunce de la oscuridad y piden
vi la primera pera
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
es usted despierto?

 



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