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Noches tensas, que llenan la piel de incertidumbre.
Fantasias oblicuas,
en esta multitud pasional,
Falto de esperanza, huyó por temor.
Sacia mi espíritu, encontrando un final sin penar.
Fingiendo lo efímero en mi sueño onírico,
Huyendo de lo vivido.
Penar sin un quizá,
olvidó al pisar, calles sin recordar.
Cristal falto de caridad, olvida mi pensar.
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