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tres días los oí afligirse cuando pongo absolutamente
aquí cae ninguna luz
usted dice que usted me ama
cuando un hecho se hace para la libertad
amo mi hora del viento y de la luz
mientras que estaba parado escuchar, discreto mudo
por las mañanas nube-grises
mi hijo es muerto y soy persiana que va
musing, entre la puesta del sol y la obscuridad
soporte aquí por mi lado
la noche era negra y drear
cuando el viento trabaja contra nosotros en la obscuridad

 



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