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estaba parado
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano
cuando libertad de su altura de la montaña
caras hermosas, tragical
melancolía, azul era
mi alma es un campo arado oscuro
cántele otra vez a canción cantado
cuando volví en la puesta del sol
cuando era adaptó Londres

 



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