.En un andén de la estación
Bajo el sol abrasador>
Tú hablabas de un rascacielos
Del cielo de Nueva York.
Vente pronto a ver el mar>
Y tú envÃa una postal,
Yo ya sabÃa que aquel dÃa
Era el final.
Ahora tengo mucho más
Rojo, negro, par o impar>
Po.
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