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Yo que siempre sentí demasiado
Hoy no puedo sentir
Yo que la tristeza me desbordaba
Y la alegría me hacía brillar
Hoy veo todo gris
Como nubes de tormenta
Ya las flores no florecen
La primavera está muerta —
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