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existiendo por si alguna vez comienzo a vivir.
respirar el aire de mi sentir,
sentir el viento en mi piel
y poder tocar el pasto con mis pies.
poder ver el atardecer,
mientras veo el sol caer.
poder vivir, sentir
y volver a nacer.
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