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Verdor nuevo los espinos
tienen ya por la colina, toda de pĂşrpura y nieve en el aire estremecida. Cuántos cielos florecidos les has visto; aunque a la cita ellos serán siempre fieles, tĂş no lo serás un dĂa. Antes que la sombra caiga, aprende cĂłmo es la dicha ante los espinos blancos y rojos en flor. VĂ©. Mira.
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