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A veces, las palabras se posan sobre las cosas como una
Mariposa sobre una flor, y las recubren de colores nuevos
Sin embargo, cuando pienso tu nombre, eres tú quien le da
A la palabra color, aroma, vida
¿Qué sería tu nombre sin ti?
Igual que la palabra rosa sin la rosa
Un ruido incomprensible, torpe, hueco
Mariposa sobre una flor, y las recubren de colores nuevos
Sin embargo, cuando pienso tu nombre, eres tú quien le da
A la palabra color, aroma, vida
¿Qué sería tu nombre sin ti?
Igual que la palabra rosa sin la rosa
Un ruido incomprensible, torpe, hueco
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Writer(s): Angel Gonzalez
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