.Forzaron la puerta
Entró un grupo de extraños que portaba armas negras
Es parte del trabajo, solo un ajuste de cuentas
Matar al pistolero, la encomienda
La hija pequeña
Miró que dispararon a su padre en la cabeza
Su madre, agonizante, suplicaba con firmeza
Que de su escondit.
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