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mientras que estaba parado escuchar, discreto mudo
todo mi amor para mi dulce
no sea falso
algún se quejó al amo
resido en la montańa de la tabla
allí por la ventana en la vieja casa
materia de la luna
entre el humo y la niebla de una tarde de diciembre
mi madre me trenza las rosas mojadas con rocío
hace usted oír
en pasillos del sueńo usted vagó cerca
vi la primera pera
si muero, piense solamente esto en mí

 



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