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serene de la tarde y brillante verdes
era una diosa ere el mármol me encontró
una milla detrás
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano
usted es mi compańero
encima de los prados ricos con maíz
nosotros que estaban parados
no esté enojado con mí
porqué lo haga
los he oído en la noche
mi alma es un campo arado oscuro

 



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