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La distancia mata,
mata no tenerte,
no tocarte,
no poder besarte.
Mata saber que estamos juntas
pero a la vez separadas,
mata no poder decirte te amo
mientras te miro a los ojos o
mientras te acaricio y pienso
en que lindo es amarte y poder tenerte.
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