.Las 12 ectareas de tierra
Que me heredara mi padre
Las sembraba con carino
Para salir adelante
Pero la realidad es otra
Se estaba muriendo de hambre
Un amigo de la infancia
Una tarde me propuso
Vamos saliendo de pobres
Vamos dandole otro uso
Les juro que en po.
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