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todavía trece años
la agonía del tener demasiada energía
he oído que cierta princesa
hace usted no oír
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano
la luna de levantamiento ha ocultado las estrellas
de la canción y del sueño para ido siempre
el olor del se levantó tan falso, las espinas tan verdades
el niño que lanzó lejos la hoja después de la hoja
éstos sean
hay un país por completo del vino
porqué tan es triste mi encantador?
en su vuelo
usted oye la lluvia?

 



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