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brilla la edad pasada, el siguiente con esperanza se ve
soy el viento que duda
no hay multitud, no obstante está mirado y tendido
las estrellas cayeron de cielo
una palabra del vuelo de aquí y allí
dios
travails de la tierra
ésta es la canción de la juventud
mientras que estaba parado escuchar, discreto mudo

 



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