Transcription: There, the results were there, when the two curves of the sky were turned into a circle, and in three months of the rise of the roe, my heart was beating in tears. We didn't see Leonor, we saw the river with his black hair. Look at the beautiful white moon, look at the moon and we'll see. For this time of the year, my eyes were open to the light of the sun, So solo, triste, cansado, pensativo y biejo.
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