.La noticia, nos llega ya.
Nuestra amiga, nos vuelve a visitar.
Una enferma, sin curación.
Es como un cancer, que crece sin control.
hare ya doce años que la vemos pasar.
Los payasos de turno servirán de disfraz.
Desearán, mi papel, sin luchar, lo que yo.
¡Yo!.
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