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cuando las horas del día se numeran
en el frunce de la oscuridad y piden
nunca había un sonido al lado de la madera pero de una
hay cualquiera allí
noche misteriosa
mientras que estaba parado escuchar, discreto mudo
las viejas canciones
pensamientos a través de mi cabeza

 



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