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Tu Esencia

Aquel sinsonte que se posaba en el balcon, apenas trina. Al no escuchar tú voz sutil cantando sin secar. Y esos rosales que ayer regabas con delirio, hoy se marchitan. Pues ya de ti no queda ni la fragancia de tu esencia en nuestro hogar.

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