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Mis ojos sienten cansancio,
la música de fondo entristece mi corazón.
Pensando todo demasiado siento como se abre mi dolor.
Mi alma está callada mientras mis lágrimas se alborotan,
mis heridas no sanan
y siento este peso en mis venas corriendo, creando nuevas penas;
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