.Cruzan la llanura para ver morir el Sol y en los mares de la Luna esconderán su corazón como un tesoro
En un reflejo del rio son los últimos zorros del bosque de Monte Perdido
La tarde pintará de rojo el cielo azul, será como morder la magdalena de Proust
Entonces se darán el be.
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