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Vuela mi amor
por un cielo que era azul, que no tiene mas color desde que te fuiste tu. Vuela, no te retieno, el mundo es tuyo, y si yo no fui bueno, dime, no hieres mi orgullo. Aun te amo, aunque no lo creas, toma mi mano y lo veas. Pero no paro tu vuelo, esoes tu destino, vivir sin mi, seguiendo tu camino. 30 ago 2000
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