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no hay multitud, no obstante está mirado y tendido
nunca sabía que la tierra tenía tanto oro
el movimiento de su cuerpo es como música
el sol caminó abajo de su trono de oro
una pluma del acero
porqué son las cosas que no tienen ninguna muerte
ella era una belleza en los días
hijas del tiempo
vi las nubes entre las colinas

 



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