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he ganado la raza
mientras que estaba parado escuchar, discreto mudo
hago mi cubierta, pero nadie sabe
escuche el mar del sonido
resido en la montańa de la tabla
aquí miente una seńora más hermosa
no sea falso
cuando era adaptó Londres
usted es hermoso y descolorado
debajo de mi ventana en una calle de la ciudad

 



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