.Lunes otra vez, sobre la ciudad
La gente que ves vive en soledad.
Sobre el bosque gris veo morir al sol
Que mañana sobre la avenida nacerá.
Calles sin color vestidas de gris,
Desde mi ventana veo el verde tapiz
De una plaza que mañana morirá,
why muerto el.
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