Moribundo
Solo, triste, ensimismado
Ven, toca esta mi alma y pecho adormilado
Aún no he visto los rincones enlutados
Pero sí hombres de espíritus amañados
Con la suavidad de tus ojos contempla mi herida
Comprueba que ya es poco lo que tengo de vida
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