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apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves
cuando la noche mandila a lo largo de las calles de la ciudad
quizás no es ninguna materia que usted murió
los cielos que eran ashen y sobrio
amo mi vida, pero no demasiado bien
asustado no más, digo
los drowses pálidos del día en el occidental empapan

 



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