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                                                              del mar

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                                                               lado

                                                                   scuro

                                                               de

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                                                                  escandidos  

                                                                                y

                                                                              yo

                                                                           sólo meinclino

                                                                                   para no  

                                                               decir    

                                                                    declivesdemí

                                                                                  misma
                                                                             deseando

                                                                    aguas

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