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Las gotas caen
como lágrimas,
mojando la ciudad
melancólica y oscura.
Caen,
mojan mi cabello,
resbalan por mi mejilla,
chocan con el suelo,
caen sobre mis manos.
Ojos llorosos y tristes,
tormenta furiosa,
llanto del cielo.
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