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nunca sabía que la tierra tenía tanto oro
el amo de destinos humanos es yo
mi hijo es muerto y soy persiana que va
poca puerta fue alcanzada en el último
se van los tres, esas hermanas raras
si había sabido el estrecho una prisión es amor

 



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