.Por la mañana
llegas a la fábrica oscura y frÃa
La máquina está parada
triste desprende ruina
Del despacho baja el amo, dice:
"Hijos mÃos, no hay trabajo.
No hay pedidos, tengo que cerrar,
nada os oculto, me vienen a embargar
mañana".
Es el fin, todo ha .
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