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Son las tres de la mañana,
mis lágrimas se niegan a parar,
mi almohada sofocando mis gritos está.
Me pesa tanto el alma,
sin tu calor no soy nada.
La culpa es completamente mía,
jugué a ser una estrella,
entre tus lunas me perdí
y no pude llegar a ti.
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