.Dans les premiers froids de Madrid, j'habitais la Puerta del Sol
Cette place, comme un grand vide, attendait quelque nouveau Cid
Don't le manteau jonchât le sol et recouvrît ces gueux sordides
Qu'on jette aux mendiants l'obole, montrez-moi le peuple espagnol
Qui vivra verra, l.
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