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ésta es la canción de la juventud
había una época en años anteriores
mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
cortocircuito y dulce, y hemos venido al extremo de él
las naves están mintiendo en la bahía
los arcos del puente rojo
sea paciente, vida, cuando el amor está en la puerta
vi con los ojos abiertos

 



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