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mi alma va revestida en cosas magníficas
estrella-polvo y luz vaporosa
escrito en una noche del vuelo
en el frunce de la oscuridad y piden
nosotros que estaban parados
no hay presa yo de pensamientos pobres
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
dígame menos o dígame más
ella sabe un lanzamiento barato
los días melancólicos han venido
la oscuridad
no puedo ahora decirle
arriba y abajo de él va

 



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