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La doncella oscilante

The winter stood amaze, As the summer set the atmosphere a-blaze. The swaying maiden is found in nought, For the scorching sun had with it fought. All dawn does the sun arrives early, And the lady could no longer tarry. 18:01:12:22:37

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